I know that my consecutive days of running streak will eventually come to an end. During many of my daily runs, I think about the catalyst that will bring it to a screeching halt.
The most probable suspects are a broken bone, stomach virus and/or natural disaster – and even those are not 100 percent guaranteed to end the streak. (Death is the only surefire “streak stopper.”)
I’ve heard remarkable stories about people who kept their longtime running streaks going in the direst of situations.
Bill Anderson, a Fort Worth man, has the most amazing story. He refused to let an emergency appendectomy stop his 35-year streak. Instead of listening to his doctor, who said the streak was over, Anderson asked his family to measure off the hospital courtyard so he could run his mile.
He did it!
Runners like Bill Anderson inspire me to ignore the excuses and keep going. That’s why I couldn’t let a surprise summer thunderstorm – with a little lightening – slow me down after 554 consecutive days.
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Day No. 555 of my running streak was pretty typical – I didn’t run in the morning (because I hate running in the morning), and I didn’t run in the afternoon (because it was 105 degrees outside).
The only difference on this particular day, I let excuse after excuse push back my run:
– My wife was out of town and I was solely responsible for The Boy;
– The Rangers and Yankees were playing, and
– It was 105 degrees outside (worth repeating).
I knew I should have knocked out my run earlier, but I didn’t. I wasn’t anticipating a problem. I would put The Boy to bed and get in one mile, running back and forth in front of the house.
I’ve done it dozens of times without any issues.
Until Day No. 555…
By the time the game was over, my frozen pizza was digested and my sneakers were laced up – a severe thunderstorm had popped up over Fort Worth.
I looked at the clock. It was 9:45 p.m.
“I’ve waited them out before,” I said to myself, shrugging my shoulders. “I’ll just wait out this one, too.”
Then I checked the radar, and started kicking myself for waiting. This particular storm was a little bigger than I anticipated and moving at a snails pace over The Metroplex.
Like any delusional streak runner, I quickly updated my Facebook status:
“Well…my consecutive days of running streak (554 straight days) is officially in jeopardy. I put off my run until this evening & a “Significant Weather Advisory” has a grip on Funkytown. (I’ll run in anything but lightening.)”
Confession: That was me being a little over dramatic for the sake of social media. I knew that I would get my run in – even if that meant staying up to 2:30 in the morning to let the storm pass.
Since it was almost 10 o’clock, and I was running on fumes, my status update should have said:
“Since I’m a procrastinating dumb ass, I’m going to need to get creative to continue my consecutive days of running streak.”
That’s exactly what I did.