While I feel defeated and mostly in shock, I must come to grips with the fact that I just didn't accomplish my goal of running at least one mile every day from May 20th, 2007 - May 19th, 2008.
It's hard to write about how/why the streak ended, so I'm choosing not to elaborate at length right now.
I'd have to pull out the measuring tape to see if I actually made it a mile and the streak really is intact (I honestly think I made it .8 miles before the freefall), but it's probably in the best interest of my body if I just realize it's over, rest for a few weeks, and maybe start a new streak.
It's the price you pay for sprinting down a hill, headphones blaring when you lose your footing, literally tripping over yourself and you end up diving back into the safety of the sidewalk after you had spilled onto a street with a 45 MPH speed limit - cars coming at you down that very same hill. Talk about life flashing before your eyes.
My ankle is probably just severely sprained, I'm icing it as I type, and I hate the idea of paying a doctor to tell me it is (or worse) and then sitting out, all the while realizing I came within 48 days/runs of something I really wanted to do.
Life goes on I guess. This streak doesn't.
Tomorrow would have been Run # 318. I guess Run # 1 will be whenever I can muster it.
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