Seeing as how I’m now supposed to be (technically) training an average of five days per week, it hasn’t been difficult to chalk up quite a few kilometers for the annual total. For those who don’t recall, I made one of my not-so-famous online pledges around the time of the new year — otherwise known as a blog-your-resolution — to accumulate a tally total of at least one kilometer (by sneaker) for every day of the year. For those who are still challenged by basic math, that’s three hundred and sixty five kilometers recorded between January first and December thirty-first, in this year of two-thousand and nine.

As of yesterday — and that grueling Sunday morning jaunt with the speed-inclined half-marathon training group — I’ve officially passed kilometer one hundred and eighty. Actually 180.07 km, to be precise, since (and including) that freezing cold five kilometer resolution run on January first.

For those jaunting along on the virtual tour of Alberta — and I’m not putting a map up because the goofy pedometer software online starts to be a drag after about 150 clicks — I’ve left my house, headed south of the city on the QE2, burned by Red Deer sometime last month, and have just whizzed by the tiny town of Innisfail as I continue in the general direction of Calgary. In fact, last time I drove that same route — to give you an idea — I’d just be leaving the construction zone at the south end of the town and getting back up to speed on the open road. It’s pretty far… on foot, at least.

To celebrate — or mostly just because I needed some sort of tangible goal at the end of this — I ponied up my credit card and registered for the half-marathon, downtown Edmonton on August 16th. That’s 21.1 km in about two hours and change. Yikes! Yes, I’m officially crazy.