Yesterday was the 150th day of the year. It also marked my 150th consecutive day of running in 2011. It’s not that impressive really, considering the unbelievable running streaks out there, some spanning over several decades but it still felt pretty satisfying running up to Bear Peak knowing that I hadn’t missed a single day since January 1st.
I haven’t set any specific goals as to the duration of the streak but I am simply curious to see how long I can maintain an uninterrupted daily running practice. I decided that for a day to count, I would have to run a minimum of one mile, which doesn’t sound like much but since I have Hardrock and UTMB coming up, that will most likely be all I can muster the day after both races.
So far, approximately half the days of the year, have seen a summit of Bear Peak. The rest of the days have been split with time on other Boulder peaks, a few trips up in to the Indian Peaks or down to Pikes Peak, a brief visit to Oregon and some running on the Coal and Rock Creek paths behind my house.
While there have been a few rough days, I have never once questioned getting out the door. The main reason for this is that I’ve tried to be as mindful as possible in respecting the intensity of my effort levels equal to how I am feeling on a particular day. In this manner, I am never forcing a run rather I am letting the pace and effort come to me. On days when I am feeling particularly run down or dealing with a slight injury or some soreness, I choose to go for a very easy run either on the creek path or hiking the hills up the mountain and resting longer on the summit. I still get to run but instead of further stressing my body, I am actively promoting recovery and health.
Yesterday’s run up Bear was a perfect example of this. I’d spent the morning (and weekend) at the Udo’s Oil booth for the Bolder Boulder 10k. With 55,000 people running the race, we got a lot of face time with runners interested in hearing about the performance benefits of the oil. The event generates a tremendous amount of energy around running and the atmosphere in the packed stadium at the end of the race was electric. Needless to say, by the time I got out to the mountain in the afternoon, I was completely wiped. One step at a time though, I tip-tapped my way up fern canyon, hands occasionally falling to my knees on the steeper sections, eventually making it to the summit. Sitting up there, taking in the views, how could I not want to do this over and over again? With balance and through consistent practice, I can.
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