Sometimes in my running I do things for no apparent reason. No, I don't mean going for a 10 mile run sans clothing. Awhile ago I was seeing how many days in a row I could get in a run of 10+ miles. I think I got up to around 6 days when fatigue or schedule problems derailed me. I didn't do it seriously and didn't make a goal out of it--mostly it was just something to shoot for, as in, how many days can I run some arbitrary number of miles, which just happened to be 10.
Now with some days off after summer school has ended and nothing to get in my way besides a "honey-do" list, I figure I might as well just go for the 10 mile a day streak officially. And by officially I mean writing a blog post about it so I have to let everyone know when I fail rather than just letting myself down. So far I'm up to three days and there's no looking back.
Last week was an utter disaster for running. I took a couple of days off for my stupid cold, got one run in, and then had nowhere to run while on our awesome vacation to Voyageur's National Park. I did get some canoeing and swimming in so at least my vacation didn't involve sitting on a lounge chair drinking tropical drinks. In fact, I dare say my vacation was much more strenuous then most. It was also awesome.
Here's some pictures of my week of running failure:
Although the running didn't go as planned it was a great trip. We had lots of fun canoeing, swimming, fishing, and playing games with our friends out in the wilderness. I've already been looking at canoeing trips for next summer.