Short stories from long runs

This blog about my run and training

I’ve been debating making a public or private commitment to the current Runner’s World Summer Challenge — #RWRunStreak — running at least one mile every day from Memorial Day to the 4th of July, or 40 straight days of running. So, today I’m pulling the trigger: I’m going for it. Gently.

Technically I’ve already run four days straight, since I happened to log a run the day before the streak officially started, but it’s a fun accountability and challenge and you know me and my challenges (Pile on the Miles, Yoga-A-Day, Blog Every Day in May).

So far, here’s how it’s coming along:

Monday, May 26 – 3.0 miles
Tuesday, May 27 – 2.5 miles
Wednesday, May 28 – 4.2 miles

Three days down is a far cry from the full-on 40 and who knows how I’ll be feeling at 29 weeks, versus almost 24 today, but if all that’s required is a mile — slowly — to count, I’ll give it a shot. Before someone else brings it up, let me just say that I’m very in tune with my body and have no intention of doing anything stupid in the name of a challenge. As you can see, I won’t be breaking any mileage records… just getting out and going. In reality we’re talking about anything from 8.5 to 60 minutes of exercise a day, which is well within general recommendations for any person, pregnant or not.

In any case, I’ll listen hard and listen close, but my intention with this challenge is to stave off laziness and excuses, not to pressure myself to push too hard or to run too far. If I simply need a day off in a bad way, I’ll bail. Promise.

Last night’s run was chilly. I understand that Memorial Day marks the unofficial start of summer in most parts of the country, but it’s really a mere nod to summer possibly coming soon… maybe… here in New England. Sunday was beautiful, Monday was gloomy, Tuesday we saw a bit of both, and Wednesday was — not joking — 40 degrees and pouring.

After moping around for a few minutes after work, I dragged myself out of bed with the promise that I could call it a day at a mile if I was that miserable. In summery shorts and a few shirts layered up, I headed out and within a half mile, decided I’d go for four instead. See what I mean? Perfectly capable, but initially moody.

I ran without music last night, which is how I prefer it even though I run with tunes far more often these days. Instead I spent more time looking around, listening to my breathing (which I could actually SEE in the cold), and clearing my mind. I didn’t run fast, but I felt completely restored by the end.

Is it summer yet where you are? Anyone trying any challenges or running streaks right now?