It seems surreal that I have run 888 days in a row. Eight. Eight. Eight. That is huge!
… but it is also No Big Deal. Running is just something that I do every day. It has become a habit and my day is not complete until I have completed my run.
I didn’t plan to become a chronic Streaker. I only planned to run every day for the month of December ( 2014) . It was hard! Really, really hard! I was counting down the days until I could take a day off. A few days before my streak was scheduled to end, a work colleague challenged me to run every day in 2015. We have a competitive relationship, so I couldn`t say No. And that is how it started.
There were several times when I should have quit as I was plagued with chronic minor injuries at first. If I had been doing this on my own, I would have gladly quit and been proud of myself for the effort. But I couldn’t quit and admit defeat to my coworker. So I kept going. He eventually had to stop after a few months due to injury so I won the challenge but I didn`t have a good reason to quit so I kept going, and going, and going…..
And that bring us to Day 888. My Running Group has been wonderfully supportive of my addiction and they often plan special events for milestone days. On May 5 we met at a local pool hall and did a little run, followed by pizza and 8 Ball. They even presented me with some cool 888 Bling. I love this crazy bunch of runners.
What`s next? Who knows? I am just taking it one day at a time, one step at a time. Running every day is a habit and literally has become No Big Deal for me. I will keep running every day until the day that I decide that I am not going to run that day.
My run group is pretty amazing. The name of our Run Club is Riverview Running Idiots. I have written before about some of the fun and silly things that we do, all in the name of Running. It is great group and I am thankful for the encouragement and support that I have received from them.
When I started my Run Streak, a few of the club members cautioned me about injury caused by overuse. They insisted that Running Every Day could not be done safely. Only a couple of them supported my endeavor and wished me well. I kept running every day but kept quiet about it because there were so many Negative Nellies that kept telling me I shouldn’t be doing it.
Fast forward 500 days. I proudly and publicly ran my 500th Day on a regular run night. The naysayers could not argue with the success of my run streak , especially as I was fortunate enough to remain uninjured. Since then most of the run club members have embraced my streak and are eager to help me celebrate milestones. Day 666 was especially cool. ( a run in the graveyard at night, dressed like a demoness… how could it NOT be cool . )
Jan 14 was Day 777 of my Run Streak. A couple of people in my run club used the milestone as a good excuse to participate in some shenanigans. We met at the local Casino to start our run at 2:07 pm. . It was cold that day , about -12C ( 10F) and windy. We have a lot of fair weather runners who only come up when the temperature is above freezing but a few of them came out that day to show support. That was very cool and I really appreciate it.
This is picture of the 5k and 7.77 k’ers. There were 12 others doing a longer distance.
Distance was 7.77 km. A few people opted for 5k . Some people wanted to incorporate this into their Long Slow Run so they started earlier and met us at the designated time. Kudos to them for running 20k or more on this cold day.
Afterwards we enjoyed a lovely meal at the casino restaurant. My run group presented me with a bottle of wine and some 777 Bling. They are already talking about 888. .. if I am still running then. Oh, the pressure!
It was a great day and I was glad to share it with this crazy bunch of Idiots.
This is the third time that I have done this race. This 5k run is a fundraiser for the Salvation Army and the emphasis in on Fun. Runners and walkers dress in festive attire and several of them jingle all the way.
I hadn’t planned to do this run this year because I was scheduled to work. Yesterday a friend invited me to attend as someone on her team had to cancel. I decided to just take a really long lunch break and do it.
I started at the back of the pack and ended up trying to dodge and manoeuvre around Walkers who were walking three and four abreast. Then I found myself behind Slow Runners and I had to dodge and manoeuvre around them. It was like an obstacle course. A few times I even veered off the trail and sprinted through the snow to get past them. Let’s just call this Interval Training.. Run fast, slow down, run fast, slow down. Repeat.
After crossing the Finish Line I enjoyed watching the other runners come in. This is a First Event for many people and it was cool to see their smiles at the end.
Overdressed and overheated, I had to remove my hat and mitts.
This one was just for fun, and for a good cause. The race kit included one bib and two safety pins. ( yes, only two. I think they were on a tight budget. ) There was no shirt, no bling and no free banana. One hundred percent of all race entries went to charity. (We raised almost $1000 which was split between The Food Bank and Santa Claus Parade Charity)
Here I am with a few people from my running group, the Riverview Running Idiots.
Main Street was closed for the Santa Claus parade and thousands of people lined up along the sidewalks in anticipation of the beginning of the parade. Instead of marching bands and gaily decorated floats, they got…. us.. ! Imagine their surprise to see a bunch of runners dressed in holiday style sprinting down the street. I expected to see at least one sign that said, ” Worst Parade Ever!” or “This Parade Sucks!” But the response was amazing. Children and adults high-fived us along the entire 2.6 km route.(It is hard to run while you are trying to high five children who are sitting on the curb. )
Here is another picture of us Running Idiots.
When I reached the Finish Line I found myself 2.6 km from my car so I walked back along the parade route, enjoying the brilliantly lit floats and the marching bands along the way. I haven’t attended a Santa Claus parade for years, not since my children were young, and I had forgotten how exciting it can be.
This is definitely a highlight of my Christmas season so far. I can’t wait to do this one again.
Over 30 people from my Run Club got up early this morning and ran at least 11km just for fun. Many of them ran further than that. The premise of the run was for each individual to run a further distance than they have ever ran before. Marathoners were exempt from the Furthest Distance Rule and could choose their own distance, maximum 32 km. You have to wonder about people who get up early to run 32 km just for fun. No bling, no shirt, no swag, no cheering throngs, no free banana….
There were different distances with various route options but there was part of the route that was designed to look like a dinosaur, hence the name. One of our injured runners is a Route Nerd and he likes to design cool routes.
Many of the runners chose the 22k to 24k option. This group seemed a good fit for me so I settled in with them. My running buddy wanted 22k but she eagerly agreed to do 24k. We were given route instructions in case we became separated from the crowd. Thank goodness we had the instructions because we became separated from the crowd. At around the 22k mark we realized that there should have been two pages of route instructions and we only had one. There we were stranded without knowing the route. I am familiar with the area so I knew how to get back to the restaurant where we were meeting, but our Dinosaur route was doomed!
We were feeling good so decided to take a detour back to our starting place, giving us a total distance of 27km. Not bad for a couple of old gals who ran a marathon 3 weeks ago. It wasn’t fast and it wasn’t furious but it wasn’t meant to be fast OR furious.
This doesn’t look anything like a dinosaur. I demand a refund!
The best part about group runs is eating our faces off afterwards. My run group keeps a local restaurant in business. They opened their doors a half hour early to accommodate us. Long Runs equals Good Profit for them.
It was an enjoyable run and it is an awesome feeling to know that I can just get up and run 27km … just because. Remember when 5k was hard? #gettingbettereveryday
What a weekend! In addition to running my first Marathon I got to hang out with some pretty cool people. If you have been paying attention then you know that I belong to a group called the Riverview Running Idiots. We like to have fun when we run.
One of the ladies owns a cottage in Stanley Bridge PEI and she generously offered accommodation to any one who was participating in the PEI Marathon. There were eleven of us who broke bread together Saturday night and then bedded together. Because I was running a Marathon I got to sleep in the King Size Bed with my running mate Rhonda.
Three of us were running the Marathon. The others were running shorter distances or just came over to PEI to cheer us on. They all promised to be at the Finish Line cheering loudly. They weren’t kidding!
One of my running buddies met me at Kilometer 41 and ran the final 1000 meters with me. When I rounded the final corner I could hear cowbells and loud cheers. To my amazement there were 15 Running Idiots lined up in the middle of the street, spaced about 10 feet apart. As I ran through this gauntlet of Idiots, they high fived me and cheered me on. I was never felt adrenalin like that before! Crossing that Finish Line was Magic !
What a wonderfully supportive bunch of Idiots. I am blessed to be a part of this silly little group.
The Chicken Run will never be billed as one of the Top Ten Races in Canada… but it should be! This event is organized by the Riverview Running Idiots, a fun loving, shenanigan planning, crazy bunch of enthusiastic runners who love to do silly things.
The third annual Chicken Run raised over $200 for JDRF, the Idiots favorite charity. Members were encouraged to dress in costume and participate in a 5k fun run fueled by fried chicken. Some of the costumes were brilliant! Feathers were flying as chickens raced to the Finish Line, where Colonel Sanders handed out the medals.
The Finish Line was conveniently located in the parking lot of Five Bridges Restaurant where we flocked for a lovely meal afterwards. This Restaurant is very tolerant of our Shenanigans and don’t cry ” fowl” when chickens molt feathers all over the place.
Cheers, y’all !