This past Saturday marked 1,800 straight days of running. Wilbur and I celebrated the milestone with a 6.2 mile early morning run. As we finished, I could hear the dribbling of a basketball up the street, and I knew right away that it was my 8-year old daughter getting ready for her game. I thought this run would be significant because it was a milestone day, but the sound of a girl and her basketball practicing before the sun comes up will be what I remember most.
After 257 weeks of running, it’s easy for the days to run together, so milestone days provide an opportunity to look back over the last 3+ months. Some of my most memorable runs involve…
- Running at 3:30 a.m. before catching a flight.
- 37 laps around a parking garage in 0-degree weather in Winter Park, Colorado. The 2nd day I braved the icy roads and managed to stay on my feet.
- Eight gorgeous morning miles in Phoenix, Arizona, during our National Sales Meeting.
- And running alongside my 8-year old and 5-year old daughters as they rode their bikes through the neighborhood.
In almost 5 years of running daily, most of my runs are far from memorable. I’ve learned more about myself from running than anything else I’ve done. Almost all of my runs are solo and early. No one cares if I’m selfish with my time at 5 a.m.
Some days I run for clarity.
Some days I run to make a decision.
Some days are focused on getting faster.
Some days I plug into a podcast.
And some days I run because I’m afraid not to.
When I first started running, I set a goal of running every day for a week…then a month…then a year. Over the years, I’ve realized that a running streak is not a goal to accomplish, rather a milestone to celebrate.
I’m thankful that God has allowed me to stay relatively healthy and injury free. And I’m thankful for the quiet mornings when I can pray and listen while running.
The streak turns 5 years old in February, and I look forward to 2,000 days later this year. Too often I take it for granted, but I’m thankful to get to run each and every day.