From December 24, 2016 to December 28, 2019 I ran at least a mile, every single day. This works out to be 1100 days, if I’m doing my math correctly, though the nice round number wasn’t intentional. I stopped because I gave birth on December 29, 2019 (early enough in the day — 5 a.m. — that I hadn’t done my run before going into labor!)
I then didn’t run for two weeks. I slowly picked it back up again. I run most days. But I do not run every single day. On average it’s about 5 days per week.
I’ve been thinking about my post-streak running a lot lately, and what lessons I might glean about habits. I know there’s a theory that one of the problems with streaks is that you inevitably feel terrible when they end. But I don’t feel terrible (it may help that I had a good reason). My decision not to restart the streak is not about streaks being wrong — it’s more that it was an interesting thing to try for a period in my life and now I don’t feel the need to try it.
I do think the streak helped me to run more, and nudged me to do a few extra runs than I would have. Sometimes these runs turned out to be amazing (like one early morning in Vancouver). Sometimes I was just putting in my mile on a squeaky hotel treadmill.
But I also don’t need the discipline of a streak to run. I like to run. I like running along the Vancouver waterfront on a gorgeous summer morning more than I like running on a squeaky hotel treadmill, but in general, I don’t mind the experience. I’m glad afterwards that I ran. Whether that’s five times a week or seven.
What’s your exercise routine looking like these days?
Photo: A cute reason to end a running streak