By and large, runners achieve their best results with a smart balance of easy runs, difficult work outs, and rest. That has never worked for me. What always screws me over is the rest. I take one day off — it turns into two. Two turns into three, three turns into a week and suddenly… I’m building from scratch again. This pattern has been even more pronounced since Levi was born three months ago. It has got to stop.
So, what to do? I’ve decided, at least for the time being, to reinstitute a running streak. I know it isn’t the healthiest of ideas, but it has worked for me in the past and it has become clear that if I’m going to get in any kind of consistent mileage, I am going to have to force that consistency.
Today was day eight. Yesterday, only one week into this thing, was the first totally stupid day. I got off the train a stop early and ran (literally) an errand (and a mile) while dressed in street clothes and wearing dress shoes. It was dumb, and people looked at me funny, but I’m glad I did it.
I think I’ll run again tomorrow.