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Running Streak: Month One

  • Ran in four states (Idaho, Kentucky, Washington, and Oregon)
  • Ran in five cities (Meridian, Louisville, Kellogg, Vancouver, and Lincoln City)
  • longest run: 4 miles
  • shortest run: 1 mile (minimum requirement to keep the streak alive)
  • total mileage: 47 miles (I almost kept this a secret, as it reveals just how much I resorted to the one-mile run. I am not proud of this total--averaging less than two miles per day. When I was marathon training I once ran nearly this many miles in a week. Yikes! My goal is definitely not to run as little as possible, and I hope to see this number increase over the next two months. On the other hand, with all of my traveling and working in June, I know that I ran more than I would have without the active streak.) 
  • 27 runs were by myself, two runs with my brother, Paul, and one run with my cousin, Tammy. (I really love running by myself, but since most of my runs will be solitary once school starts, I wouldn't mind getting in more partner runs this month and next. I am looking forward to running with my niece, Jenn, who is a new runner. I'd like to do a run with my friend, Fitz, who has inspired so much of what I do as a runner.)
  • slowest mile: 11:16, fastest mile: 8:51 (I'd like to see both of those number go down. The 11:16 came at the end of a 4-miler, early in the month, when I'd gone out way too fast.) 
  • I ran with headaches, body aches, and fatigue. I ran when it was way too hot. I ran in the rain (love this). I ran when I did not want to, and I ran after looking forward to it all day. I ran after 8 and a half hours of essay grading--8 and a half hours of standing so that I'd stay alert. I ran when friends were waiting for me. I ran into an old love who happened to be on the same route. I ran at midnight, because I knew the next day was going to be crazy busy. I ran on sidewalks, pavement, trails, and beaches--next to rivers, creeks, and oceans. I ran with no watch, with an old-school stopwatch, and with a Garmin. I ran because I said I would. I ran because it's good for me. I ran because I am a runner. 
I ran.


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  1. Love everything about this post. Nicely done!

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    1. Thank you, my dear! We should run together sometime. We could even bring Tam along :)

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    2. In the rain? :) I would enjoy that but I'm beginning to think I'm in a different league than you when it comes to this running thing.

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    3. I'll bet y'all would love some cool rain right now! I've seen you run, and I know what a natural you are. Plus, every day is different. We should just do a leisurely run through Tuscany one of these days.

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