Warning: This may be the poutiest, moaniest post EVER.
Did you ever notice how the words “streak” and “strike” are very similar? Switch the “a” for an “i”, shuffle and … ta dah.
Finished my run streak. Cold days. Sunny days. Peaceful evenings. Windy afternoons. Toss in a few treadmill runs, and we’re gold. So now, you may ask yourself, why am I on strike.
Because it’s April, dammit. And cold, cold, cold. I’m tired of running in cold, windy conditions. One of my last streak runs, a concerned (very bundled up) walker asked me if I had enough layers to stay warm. Seriously.
But first things first…results of my streak? It was fun to do. It was good to see that the old bod can still run every day and not hurt. Of course I did make sure (after my knee whined a little) to add the big three to my routine more days than not.
The big three? Planks. Bridges. Wall sits. All my favourite (?) core exercises.
Did I lose any weight? Nope. Was I trying to? Again, nope. That’s not really one of my goals.
My resting heart rate dropped a bit, and I think that’s kind of fun to track. I especially enjoyed it the day I went into the clinic and the nurse looked a little concerned. “If you hadn’t walked in here yourself,” she said, “I’d be sending you off to the ER.” Seriously. It was that low (for my advanced age.)
When I was planning this blog in my head, I was going to say how good the streak was for my motivation. Got used to getting up in the mornings and heading out without thinking.
But look. A little wind. A little drop in temperature, and I’m DONE. Clearly not as tough as I thought I was.
Do I have a final streak picture to add. Again, nope. If my phone didn’t freeze in the cold, the battery died. So I have exactly zero photo evidence that it ever happened. I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it.
Plans going forward?
Running tomorrow when it’s supposed to warm all the way up 0 degrees C. Yay.
THEN, I’ll see you on the trails.