My consecutive days of running streak turned 2 years old yesterday. For 730 straight days, I’ve refused to make excuses, laced ‘em up and got it on – running at least one mile every day.
At the 1-year mark, I wrote a warm and fuzzy blog post about some of my more memorable runs. Not this time. This is going to be an exploration into the human mind. (Don’t be scared – I took psychology in college.)
Yesterday, when I realized it was my 2-year anniversary, I spent some time reflecting on the streak. I kept asking myself two questions:
• Why did I start running everyday?
• Why have I kept it going?
It’s the motivation component to this endeavor that intrigues me. Actually, it’s motivation in general that fascinates the hell out of me.
What inspires us to take action?
What makes us start fighting for something?
What is that “thing” that finally kicks us in the ass and screams:
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I think the most disheartening and tragic phrase in the English language is: “I’ll just do it tomorrow,” and 2 years ago, I was throwing around those 5 ½ words like a Nerf football.
So, my running streak started when I finally got sick and tired of making excuses.
On February 6, 2011, I told myself: “If I make up one more excuse why I can’t run, I’m going to strangle myself with my shoelaces.” (Hell, I wasn’t using them for anything anyway!)
But now…the million-dollar question: Why in the world have I kept it going?
When I reached Day 365, I wrote these insightful words:
When I started the journey, I weighed in at the heaviest I’d ever been: 182 pounds. (I blamed my 1-year-old son, Whataburger and Shiner Bock.) I wasn’t fat, but I wasn’t proud of how I was starting to look naked.
I was getting sick a lot, too. The little germ machine that I affectionately introduce to people as my son, Crash, was bringing home some quality microorganisms. My out-of-shape, excuse-making, sloppy-looking self was no match.
Since I started stringing days together – I’ve dropped 12 pounds. More importantly, I’ve kept it off – Whataburger and Shiner be damned. I’ve also been relatively healthy, too – maybe a sniffle or sore throat from time to time, but no more obscure, butt-kicking, my-kid-has-been-licking-the-playground-equipment viruses.
I’ve never felt this good and/or looked this good in my life.
OK…I get it, looking good naked ranks high on my priority list – SO… I guess the two million-dollar question is: Why haven’t I been able to replicate this discipline & motivation in other areas of my life?
Do you have any idea how many times I’ve started and stopped the P90x workout? (The answer is four – if you’re playing along at home.)
Do you know how many times I’ve tried to cut back on my coffee consumption or stopped drinking as much beer?
What about cussing less, reading more and/or writing on a regular basis?
You’d think if I can run for 730 straight days it would be easy to stop saying “shit” or picking up a book instead of the remote control.
I HAD to get to the bottom of this. I had to find out what motivates us to do what we do.
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