It is a funny thing about miles. And mileage.
They sure can sneak up on you.
Yesterday I needed a fix.
I hadn’t burned a quad or pumped up a calf muscle or froze a lung in a week.
So I called my “pusher” and he invited me, along with another “joneser,” to run up Eaglecrest Road.
Those five miles turned into the Black Bear chair lift and a return along the Treadwell Ditch Trail, via one section of muskeg and one still demolished bridge crossing, to Douglas.
Five miles can become 22 in little time when you have mileage accompanying you.