It’s been nineteen days since it ended, but I needed some time to gather my thoughts about the 30 consecutive days of running. I wish I had something more profound to give you. I kept hoping something insightful would pop into my head and I’ve have this really great song-and-dance for you. But I don’t.
Since 30 days deserves something, here are a few random thoughts:
- Texas heat is not good for everyday running
- Running in 90+ degree weather sucks rocks
- Did I mention it was freaking hot and humid every single freaking day in September
- I don’t think I would do it again in September, unless I lived in Antarctica
- I ran 95% of it by myself and it was hard to stay motivated, but the panic of not finishing the NY Marathon kept me going
- Some things never change; there were good running days and bad running days
- My shoes were baking up some pretty ugly stinky stink by the end of the month
- I exercised my jaw as much as my feet and as a result I gained weight
- Neighbors would stop me on the street and ask if I ran everyday (this was pretty cool)
- On the days I was tired I ran very short distances, which is why I probably didn’t get injured
- Most importantly, it got me where I needed to be – back into marathon shape
I wish I was better at streaking and I wish I had something better to say than “I finished.”
I am, however, left with a pure, unadulterated respect for those who do this for days and days on end – particularly those who run in the desert, or in hell. And a deep fear that I might decide to try it again someday.