In my first article of 2025, I announced my resolution: to run 1,000 miles this year, and on the morning of Sept. 13, I crossed the finish line. It started with a grumble and aching joints, but over time, through dedicated consistency, the motion became more fluid as my body learned the dance, and my mind began to crave the clarity found in exertion.

For the first time, I set a lofty goal and chipped away at it until it was done. I held myself accountable and I did the work — with no shortcuts and no cheating — and the great rewards reflect the great effort of my year. The number on the scale hasn’t changed much, but everything else has. I have gained a new kind of confidence through fitness. I stand with my shoulders back instead of hunched forward, my chin pointed straight ahead instead

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