I've been talking about running streaks a lot lately, and for me, it has been an eye-opening experience for the past couple weeks to have one singular and simple goal that needs to be completed each day; running one mile. For a week or a month it may not be a big deal, but when stretched to a year - or the longest streak ever at 52 years set by Ron Hill, it can become daunting.
For the umpteenth time, I was nearly killed by a car running a stop sign. Now, I've been actually hit and thrown across a hood at least twice in the past, and have been extremely lucky to avoid injury. Learning from those experiences, I now take a great deal of caution at intersections. Last night, if I took one more step I'd be extremely lucky to be writing this, and most likely would be doing so from a hospital bed. There's a good chance I may even be dead.
Speaking of "SmashPlan" this weekend I managed to smash my head into a few other players diving for a ball playing goalie, and in-turn messed up my left shoulder. Instead of letting that sidetrack me, I'm pivoting... and going streaking!
Just over the last 6 months, I've quit on business ventures, daily activity and following a healthy nutritional plan, bounced out of a reality TV show I'd been cast for, and yesterday I said "nope" to a marathon I'd signed up for with friends about a year ago and dragged my family all the way to Florida for - I need a quitting intervention.