In the spring, I noticed a trend after posting my training logs: immediate and crushing guilt. I could see plainly on the screen, and in the notes that I keep so religiously in my phone, that I wasn’t doing my best. I wasn’t pushing hard enough. In fact, I was barely pushing at all. I read other training logs and compared my own work to everyone else’s. Not in a negative way, but rather, invisible, positive peer pressure. I know I have a long way to go before I get as fast or as mileage-heavy as everyone else. That was not my concern: my concern was that I was only running three-ish days a week when I knew I could do better.
I was making every excuse in the book. I work odd hours. True. I live in an inconvenient location. True. It’s too hot. I’m way too busy. True-ish.
After having a self-intervention and lots of time to think on an 8-hour flight, I decided that the problem was that I made no time for running. Naturally, the only solution was running every day. Running thirty days in a row, in fact. The only remedy was a run streak.