does this streak make me look fat?

Day 1. Our lives are full of those. This one is particularly special. There’s a lot to this story, which I am sure will unfold over the coming weeks and months, but in short I decided, after 3 years of struggling with my weight, with my identity as an athlete and frankly an adult woman, to just fucking stop it. The morning ritual- the one where I get out of my bed feeling somewhat good about myself until I put one foot and then the other on the shiny black scale at the foot of my bed, my heart literally stopping in the microsecond where it’s measuring the weight of this body that’s much bigger than it’s been my entire life and then it does and it tells me that no, I shouldn’t feel somewhat good, I need to get it together because there’s more of me and that should make me feel less- that ritual needs to die right now.

Full disclosure, I have had these breaking points before. I’ve spent the better part of the last several years dieting and trying different athletic regimens in fits and spurts and starts and abrupt stops but not once have I stopped and really thought about how any of these things were serving this body, serving me. And I take back what I just said about breaking points- yes, I have had those before, but that’s not what this is right now. There is nothing broken, and I think that’s the lesson that’s resonating deeply with me. My body, perhaps softer than ever before and heavier to pull around the streets of my neighborhood where I do most of my running, is still strong and capable. The focus on its size and shape only led me on this tumultuous journey that had no other purpose than to take this body and make it less. What if I threw out the scale and dared it to be more?

So Thanksgiving night, driving the 75 minutes  from holiday dinner on Staten Island back to my home further east, I was alone with myself just long enough to ask myself these important questions and make the decision that on Saturday, November 24th, I was going to begin a run streak. I’ve run consistently and then periods of not at all since I was 14 years old depending on what was going on in my life at the time, and upon reflection all the best moments in my life orbited around being a runner. If this has been the key to being the most mentally together, most joyous, most fulfilled version of myself, why the hell am I not running all the time? Yeah yeah yeah, injuries and illnesses and personal tragedies happen, which is why my streak may not resonate with the die-hard streaker population.

I’m breaking up my streak into manageable bits. Through January 1, 2019, I will aim to run every day, at least a mile, and nothing more. Then 100 miles in the month of January, and more in February, and so on. These are goals that used to be not goals but the norm for me and if I am being truly honest with myself, I could still be doing so with relative ease except my ego gets the best of me. I tell others to let go of pace or how they used to perform and just enjoy where they are, but I do have a hard time taking my own advice. The first sign of joint or foot pain, the need to slow the pace, walk, or even stop break my spirit, make me not want to get out there again the next day. I want to know what happens to my spirit, to my body, if I push through this self hate and run through it again the next day, and again, and again, and again. Would I change?

And now the limits. I will run every day, at least a mile, with the goal of an entire year unless I get a severe illness like the flu, where I will fucking rest like I should and get back out there slowly, also like I should. I am doing this to honor my body, not to punish it or hurt it in the name of this arbitrary goal I gave myself. If I get injured to the point where I cannot run, I will walk, and in desperate situations I will row or ride until I heal. The overall goal is the consistency, and again I will not punish myself if my body can’t do it. I’m not going to focus on this fine print, because I don’t want to give myself an out or a reason not to run, but I need to have a grace-clause in the event my body just can’t.

So today was Day 1, and I set and achieved a conservative goal of 2 easy miles. I developed tendinitis in my left foot completing a poorly-trained for half marathon due to an aggressive work travel schedule and ultimately a lack of consistency. Getting out the door today was easy, as most Day 1’s are and to boot the weather was unseasonably warm for late November in New York. I was also excited to break in new sneakers, a newer version of my tried and true Saucony Ride ISOs even though breaking in new shoes is often slow torture. I got re-fit for sneakers after a few years of just buying the same sneakers and discovered, thanks to the lovely people at the Sayville Running Company, that not only is my body bigger than it ever has been, but so are my feet! If that is the reason my feet go completely numb for 3-4 miles of every run I am going to laugh. It never occurred to me that this would be an issue!

Here I am in my all-black cold weather running outfit, read to go like a thirty-something running ninja. IMG_5448