Running up that hill

A week ago now I clocked my 900th consecutive day of running at least a mile each day.

Leading up to my 900th day I was expecting to write a celebratory post describing what a sense of achievement I felt and how good it felt, but somehow that just didn't happen.

The analogy that best describes what it was like for me completing my 900th daily mile is that it was like my milestone occurred half way up a particularly long steep hill, so I didn’t feel like I had the energy to celebrate as well as to continue running up the hill.

You know what’s it’s like when you’re running up a hill that seems to be going on forever? Sometimes you have to dig in, take baby steps and just concentrate on the next step or two.

Looking up for the top of the hill or trying to work out what comes after the hill just seems too much, like it could make you give up, so all you can do is take the next step, and then the one after that.

Well I’ve finally come over the crown of the hill and I’m at last able to get my breathing back to a deeper rhythm rather than the shallower pattern that I needed to ascend the hill.

Also, you know how when you’re going up a steep hill it’s not so easy to hold a conversation, well it was also like that but now I’ve got my breath back and I’m able to speak again.

Once again running and life are proving to me that both teach me lessons that are totally parallel.

Oh, and of course I completed my 900th daily mile a week ago, and am now on the road to day 1,000.

Hooray!