So as many of you know, I’ve been running every day. Â I have run every single day since June 1, 2009. Â I started the streak as a way to motivate myself to run more. Â I would run into weeks where I hadn’t run all week, saying “I’ll run tomorrow”. Â The streak eliminated that, tomorrow was not an option. Â I had to run today. Â And it was great, and it worked.
[Disclaimer: Â PLEASE do not respond to this post about how running is bad for me, or how running every day is bad for me. Â I know how it affects me physically and I have had zero running-related issues over the last 3 1/2 years. Â THAT is not the issue here.]
The problem is now that I feel like the streak rules me, rather than me ruling the streak. Â It doesn’t feel motivating, it feels like a chore. Â Running has lost it’s fun for me. Â And I don’t run nearly the distances that I used to. Â Not because I can’t, but because I don’t want to.
So I’m thinking of quitting the streak.
But there is a lot of emotion tied up in that simple sentence. Â Running every day for 3 1/2 years has become a part of me. Â Part of who I am, part of my identity. Â It isn’t a decision I can make lightly. Â As goofy as that may seem to some of you. Â I know I’m close to ready. Â There were times during the streak when circumstances looked like I might not get my run in and I was heartbroken. Â I don’t feel that now. Â Maybe just sadness and relief.
I haven’t decided anything at this point. Â I’ll still run today. Â And definitely tomorrow (to work off that Thanksgiving pumpkin pie). Â But after that? Â Not sure.
Speaking of Thanksgiving, I am so grateful to all of my awesome friends who supported my running habit. Â Those of you who said “not on my watch!”. Â Thank you.
