June 22nd 2020
Today I’ve made it halfway to 100 consecutive days of running 5k. That is to say, I’ve made it to 50 consecutive days of running 5k. I phrase it like that for two reasons:
- To pad out the wordcount of this blog post
- Because 50 doesn’t feel like a milestone
And sure, it’s enough of a milestone to warrant dedicating this blog to, but it’s not enough of a milestone to think “Okay, I’ve completed it, I can stop now”
Because 50 is just two digits. It’s no different from 49 or 19 (though my Mum may disagree). You know what’s cool? Three digits. You know what’s cooler than that? Four digits. (come back tomorrow for some chat about four digits)
At the moment, there’s not a single part of me that questions whether I’ll run tomorrow or not. This is the best I’ve ever felt about it. It is engrained into my day like breakfast or blogging.
And I’m still not running far. And I’m still not running fast. But that’s okay, because the point is not to run far or fast, the point is to run.
Until tomorrow, here’s to the next 50.