The Answer

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Well the question has been answered and I officially ended my streak yesterday.

Previous to that I ran:

10/29 13:26
10/30 15:00
10/31 12:41

My brother's awe inspiring, mind numbingly incredible, on its way to an ultramarathon streak has temporarily ended. I feel it is only right to respect this moment by sacrificing my own streak as his was stolen from him unwillingly by a back muscle that attempted to revolt as he tried to step outside for a 14 miler. How many of you stepped outside for a 14 miler this weekend? I stepped outside for a 14 minuter... but that's beside the point.

Fear not faithful followers!

Soon, two streaks will unite together as one in the epic battle of harmony and stride. Which sibling can attain the highest number of miles in one year! Dun, dun, dun.

Also, don't mention this to my brother, because he's still lying in bed and doesn't know about the plan yet. I feel revealing this to him at the right moment is of incredible importance as he is a tad bit disillusioned right now. But no war wounds have stopped him before! So rally the prayer troops so we can get this game on!

To streak or not to streak, that is the question.

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Hahahha... Just kidding. That is definitely not the question.

There is no question about that. Streaking is crazy. By crazy, I mean insane.

But, I do have a question.

Would it count as a streak if I did two days on and two days off? 2 on 2 off 2 on 2 off? Or is it essential to the nature of streaking that it is continuous and not continual?

I dunno.

Good thing I'm not doing a streak.


10/27 23 minutes

10/28 27 minutes

Out and back after lifting and on 4 hours of sleep

12 minutes 1.14 Miles

I think, by golly, I'm on a streak. A 2 day streak. Look at that. The impossible happens everyday. You just have to do it.

The funny thing is, all I wanted to do all day, all I could think about doing and kept trying to do but was being thwarted, despite muscle pains, fatigue and caffeine jitters, despite all of that, all I wanted to do was to run.

Three roads diverged in a wood and I took all three that made sense.

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Like cymbals they sing,
crinkle, crackle, crunch.

My feet tickle the earth
as they glide over its skin.

The rhythm is steady:
the melody builds.

My heart joins in,
a timpani echoing in my ears.

I am a musician.


My run is my song.


43:42 Almost 4.

I was supposed to run a 5k today. I signed up. I got excited. I remember last year seeing tons of little munchkins running around town the day they had the Halloween Howler. And once I saw the family dressed as the Incredibles I knew I had to do it. So I found the old e-mail, sent in my registration and started dreaming of a new PR. I also started worrying about my Halloween costume. But don't worry! I didn't fret too long before I got a call saying the race wasn't even happening this year. I had sent in last year's registration. Bah Humbug. So, I went for a run. I loved every step. I found myself remembering a couple years ago and thought to myself, "Who am I!?" I used to hate even the thought of running.

People change.

Some people change a lot.

Sometimes, that's a really good thing.

Thank you very much 43:42 with two ten minutes miles.

Race Results

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Look here. Before you see the actual stats there is something you should know.

Here are the stats from last half marathon:

Div

Age

Sex

ChipTime

Overall

SexPl

DivPl

Pace

Gunfinal

F25-29

26

F

03:03:06

1222

838

209

For some strange reason I got the numbers mixed up. You see my 5k PR is 33:03. But when I tried to remember how fast my time was I was thinking my half time was 3:30. This led me to tell everyone that my half time decreased by an hour. Oops. Doesn't matter I stilled improved my time significantly and I can proudly say that it is because I trained more than twice for this one.
So without further adieu:

					DIVISION	OVERALL	DIVPL	SEXPL	TIME	PACE
					F2529	550	56/60	283/319	2:36:43	11:58

Nay I say to you, Ya gotta

Ya gotta just do it.

I was listening to NPR this morning and an incredibly dashing man, well he must have been with that accent, was deliberating a certain issue with the poetic lilt that only comes with being British when all of a sudden he threw in a "ya gotta." It was weird but true, because you do, you do just gotta.

For me this means doing impossible things I guess.

Marathons? Ultras? Ironmans? Just loosing the pooch? I figure, I need to find something productive to do while relationships around me fall to ashes. Meanwhile, it has already become an open door to build new relationships and live a healthier life.

So here I go. Because I just gotta.

13 7/64 miles

I am slow. How come one week of not running does more damage than one week of running benefits? Last night I ran almost a mile (my path is not quite long enough) then my legs went numb so I ran another almost mile back. 20 minutes with 1 minute break. Half on Saturday. I'm more nervous for this one than for the last one that I didn't train for at all. Mostly because my bro just ran an obscene trail half marathon with over 2000 ft of elevation gain. And yes there are supposed to be three zeroes there and THEN he had the nerve to complain about his time. He wanted under 3 hours, but he ran across at 3:03:38 after walking so he could pout for awhile. AND THEN irony came back to bite him in the.. well you know and his official time was 3:00:38. I say, serves him right. But that's only because my half PR is 3:30. So, you know. That's how it goes. So who is taking bets on Saturday? I bet five cents I can shave (hahaha, I should probably say cut zz top's beard with pruning shears) my half time down by one hour. That's my secret goal. My realistic goal is under 3:oo:38 on the completely flat course with .0001 feet of elevation gain (yes, there are supposed to be three zeroes). I need to get me some goos.

Oh and for his side of the story and for a more entertaining version go here: http://streakrun.com

And no that's not me. That's how good I WON'T look after the race.