My life is an endless series of runs. Nothing really interesting happens to me unless it is run related. It doesn’t help that Catalina has gone back to Texas, so now I have less social engagements.
In this rut I have put myself into, I have further rutted. Most of my runs are the same run. I no longer have reachable goals of streets that are unrun. It is difficult to be consistently creative without a motivation, so I have a weekly pattern of runs.
On Monday I go to Jericho beach and try and run a small bit of trail there that I haven’t before.
On Tuesday I go out to Siwash rock and back.
On Wednesday I head south, go up the big hill to 41st street, then come back on another street.
On Thursday I do the Seawall around the east part of Stanley Park.
On Friday I do a Floop, (a False Creek Loop).
On Saturday I run up to Prospect Point.
Sundays are the day where I am allowed to be creative. These are the days when I do enough distance that I can reach streets that I have not run. In Vancouver there are a few faraway streets where I have only run the intersections. Or I can try and run in the University area which is technically a different city.
To spice things up, I have joined the Winter Scavenger Hunt. It has a series of different challenges that I have to attempt in a two month period. There is a Nog Jog, which is the Christmas equivalent of a Beer Mile. I’m going to attempt the relay challenge tomorrow; it is virtual so I’m signed up to follow someone I’ve never met.
The challenge I’m most dreading is the “X-Training” day; I haven’t done a non-run exercise in a very long time. And even if I do, I will still have to do a regular run that same day to maintain my running streak.
Hopefully this will get me a bit out of my rut.