September 1st 2020

Today I was asked whether my (currently) 121 day streak of running every day is for charity, or if I’ve just lost my marbles.

It’s not for charity, but I may have lost my marbles.

I replied that to begin with, I just wanted an excuse to get out of the house every day. We were in peak empty-shop stages of lockdown, and the world was a weird place. Though I’d argue that the world is still a weird place, we’re just a bit more used to it now.

I was working from home, and working from my bedroom. I’d be in my bedroom working all day, and then I’d sleep in my bedroom all night. It was a long time in one room so I started running to break the day up. Originally my goal was to get to 21 days in a row because of a thing I once heard about how apparently it takes 21 days to make a habit.

We’re 100 days past 21, now. By this point, I’m mostly just continuing because I know that if I miss a day, I won’t run again for three months. That’s just how my brain works. Now that I’ve got this streak going, it’s easy for me to get out and run every day. There’s not even a question of skipping it. Whether I’m in the Scottish highlands or stumbling around Cheltenham after a bottle of wine. I’m going to run. I’m going to invest just 30 minutes od my day to get out, and run about for five kilometres.

One day I’ll miss one. And then I won’t be motivated to continue. I’m not going to dust myself off and “we go again” the next day. I won’t run the next day. Or for a while after that. I know myself well enough to know that.

But for now, it’s every day.

Until tomorrow, and long may it continue.


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