Halfway. 50 percent. Just as far in as I am out.
When I’m on the treadmill, I typically mark this occasion with lots of math, how much longer do I have? Or, how many miles can I get done in the time that remains? How many calories will I burn? How many songs do I have left? If I run this much faster for the rest of the time/miles, how do all the above numbers change?
Most of my runs outdoors are out-and-back, so when I hit the halfway mark, I get to turn around and head home. Every step I take before the turnaround is one step farther from home; but after the turnaround the opposite is true. Which is often why I am faster on the way home. Real runners call this negative splits; my running partners have called it the Klemmy Pick-Up.
During rowing races we always took a move at the halfway point. We would take 20 extra-powerful strokes for the halfway point. Twenty powerful strokes to get our boat back together, our head back in the race (in case it had wandered) and to set us up for a powerful finish.
Halfway point of this challenge and I am doing all of these things. I have counted and recounted the previous days to make sure I am really at 50. I have counted ahead to see where day 100 will land. After losing 14 pounds in the first 50 days, I am wondering if I can expect to lose that much in the next 50. More? Less? How many more miles will I run? How much will I be curling come August? What can I do to up the intensity without hurting myself or burning out? Should I have done something really heroic today instead of just a hot and sweaty three miles on the river trail?
But mostly, I am wondering if sheer momentum will be enough to carry me through the next 50 days or if I will need to do something more to keep things interesting.