What the heck does #seventyinarow mean?
I just came off of a personal challenge.... running 70 days in a row! In a row.
It was perhaps the hardest challenge, mentally, that I've tackled to date.
Harder than Ironman.
Harder than child birth (WOAWA!)
Harder than leaving my wee Bean for the very first time.
It was hard because I knew there were no excuses.
I'm too tired.
I'm not in the mood.
None of those excuses would fly... so I didn't bother making them.
I ran anywhere from 15mins to 1 1/2 hours, depending on how I felt.
The deal was I had to give it my all for 10mins and if it wasn't clicking for me I could turn around and come home. Easily, 99% of the time I just kept going.
These were not long, fast, hard core runs. They were whatever I wanted them to be each day. Reminders of how grateful I am to have the heart, lungs, legs, and chance to pound pavement one foot at a time.
I love to run. But everyday for that long of a stretch? Mega mentally tough.
I picked this challenge for a few very personal reasons. I tackled a few demons indeed.
I ran in snow.
Under the stars.
and all by myself.
Every run was solo, I didn't want it any other way.
Most in the dark after Andrew was in snoozeville.
And all of them mapped and tracked (hello type A).
Thanks to Papa Bear and a few days my Mom, I was able to gett'er done.
Gotta come up with a new challenge. Any thoughts?
Below are a few photos I took on my phone during or after my run. All of them sent to the beautiful iphone app INSTAGRAM where I tagged them as #seventyinarow (plusoneweebean to follow me in Instagram)
I saw a lot of miles and some amazing starry nights!
Running makes me happy. I will never stop.