Greetings! I waxed poetic about numbers,
17 and 18 in particular, the last two years as The Streak crossed those year markers. I just re-read those posts.
It really has been a wonderful journey across roads, trails, fields and more.
Make no mistake, in the last 19 years there have been mountains to scale
(which is bad enough in theory, however, the only injuries I incurred when
running the Mount Marathon race in Seward, Alaska came from skidding, falling
and sliding DOWN the mountain's steep inclines) and cold dark valleys to traverse.
As you might imagine the routes
mentioned above are both literal and figurative. When I began The Streak I had been to college and
graduate school, owned a home, was gainfully employed and recently married. The
19 years of The Streak coincided with
my arc into adult life. Many of the roads I traversed had twist and turns I
didn’t see coming. I came out in places I had not planned. For me, that
has been the real joy or running and of life.
Today, I preserved the 19th year of The Streak much later than I ever have on an anniversary day. I
spent a lot of time thinking about the totality of The Streak and where would be best to go for a run. I settled on a four-mile
trek along the river. The location did not disappoint, and the early spring
temperature delighted. I struggle to find words to describe my emotional response to the
last 19 years and the deeply important role The
Streak plays in my life.
In short, I am appreciative. It’s been a
great journey and I am so thankful The
Streak continues.
Go with the Road. Run.
Tom
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