three miles/three reasons to rally


Today's run fell into the category of "I should have known better" (mile 1) and "I did this to myself" (mile 2) and "what's the point" (mile 3) and at halfway I texted my dear wildcats as I contemplated throwing myself into the lake I was attempting to run around. Since I have absolutely zero races on the calendar (just a sick need to continue this run streak), I've also got zero accountability to run more than a mile, and here I was, 3 miles from home and dehydrated like a raisin. Throwing myself into the lake would have accomplished a few things, namely, cooling down (it was 82°) and ultimately, putting an end to this run (wet shoes are no fun). Except, I'd still have to get home and it would probably have taken longer to get an Uber than to run home. So there's that.

So, in the spirit of rallying for 3 miles, here are 3 things to keep, well, rallying.

  1. "Listen: Failure is not something to be ashamed of, it's something to be POWERED by. Failure is the highest octane fuel your life can run on. You gotta learn to make failure your fuel." - Abby Wambach, 2018 Barnard Commencement
  2. Basically every single damn thing related to #HomeToVote (I'm not crying, you're crying)
  3. last month's Hamildrop

In other news, I am still finding glitter in inappropriate places, thanks to last week's Bay to Breakers. I'd like to think I sweat it all out on today's run, but I'm sure tomorrow will prove me wrong.

100 days of running

I recently hit day 100 of my run streak, which is 1) pretty cool and 2) pretty surprising. I've only recorded 280 miles in that time period, which while nothing to sneeze at, is also what I used to cover in about 6 weeks of marathon training, so I'm less surprised about my body being able to handle running consecutive days (there are many, *many* single mile days in there), and more of the fact that I have gone over 100 days without coming up with an excuse to let this streak die.

And oh, the excuses I could have made. In honor of 100 days of running, here are 10 times I almost quit but didn't.

1) streak day 43: it is basically a blizzard but there's a 15 minute break between when one plow leaves and another plow arrives and that means the road is clear. Fifteen minutes is enough to squeak out a snowy/slushy/slow mile, and while I wish I owned ski goggles, it could be A Whole Lot Worse.

2) streak day 44: apparently everyone in the city of Boston sucks at shoveling sidewalks the day after a blizzard, but instead I channel my inner Emma Coburn and wonder what my life might be if I had ever tried steeplechase.  (Answer: even more broken.)

3) streak day 56: this streak might die this weekend anyway so what's the point, but I paid for this gym so I might as well get in some dreadmill miles, I guess?

4) streak day 61: I have to be at the airport at 3:30 to make the 5:15 shuttle to JFK en route to Haiti which means I have to run at 2. (Just for the record, the check-in counters at Logan don't even open until after 4.) On the bright side, the rest of the week I have running friends *and* amazing sunrise views.


5) streak day 69 part 1 + part 2: I have exactly 25 minutes in which to run (at least) a mile, shower, and get to a 9 o'clock meeting. If there's any time left over, I get to get coffee. (Spoiler alert: I make it, but sans coffee). Also shockingly, I drag my butt back to the gym that night and round out the day's miles to five, which I think tells you that I've really lost it.

6) streak day 73: another day, another 5:15 shuttle to JFK, this time to Lesotho, where I am told very firmly by many people that You May Not Run When It Is Dark. Since I'm about to spend the next 36 hours in a metal container hurtling through the sky, I can either let the streak die today, or I can drag myself out of bed and go for a damn run. It is dark and cold and kind of peaceful at 2 o'clock in the morning, but I am also so tired by the time I get to the airport that I am that girl crying for no reason in the TSA pre-check line. WHOOPS.

7) streak day 74: it is the exact opposite of the previous day's run: sunny and hot aaaaaand the elevation is about 5,000 ft.  But if I got out of bed to run a mile the day before, there's no reason I shouldn't go for a run today, even though all I want to do is be horizontal. But also, if I let the streak die, I don't have to run the rest of the time I'm here. Decisions, decisions.


8) streak day 83: I have an irrational fear of getting struck by lightning and it is thunderstorming to end all thunderstorms and just when I think I'm going to be a bravey and go for a run, my coworkers tell me they are going to the gym so I tag along and watch Great British Bake Off episodes while on the treadmill.

9) streak day 87: last night involved a lot of tequila, but when the sun rises at 5:30am and you still have to pack your suitcase anyway, sweating it all out before getting on an airplane is probably for the best.

10) streak day 100: it is very windy and it is very rainy so I snooze my alarm and go to the gym after work instead of running outdoors. Since it doesn't count if I swim a mile, dreadmill miles it is, and while it's not how I expected to celebrate 100 days of consecutive running, I also can't say that I ever thought I'd be here, so there's that!

In other news, I signed up for CIM (I blame this run streak for my poor decision making). The marathon is not until December, is a great course to qualify for Boston at, and is both a net downhill and filled with rollers (my favorite)... even though I have no idea how I plan on pulling training properly and still getting any sleep. So we shall seeeeeeee!