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