Do something every day… until you don’t.

I have engaged in several 30-day challenges – some more successful than others. Sure, there’s research that supports the impact that a certain amount of days you spend doing something helps it to become a habit. But there’s also research that supports that the “28-day rule” is crap and that depending on who you are that number could be 15 days or 51 days or maybe even 251 days. Point being, doing something every day to establish a habit is only good until you stop doing The Thing. And then if you’re like me, you completely fall off-the-rails and abandon The Thing altogether.

I had the intent of blogging every day in November because I truly missed regular blogging. I made it 14 days in a row before I completely forgot – with a futile attempt at logging into my phone from bed on Day 15 to get up SOMETHING, and wholly unable to log into WordPress via mobile app and unwilling to leave the comfort of flannel sheets to find my laptop. And here we are on Day 23 – almost 10 days without blogging again.

A similar story occurs with my goal of getting my running back more consistently. I was good for two weeks… and then didn’t run for an entire week. Blogging and running are things that I love to do, so why am I not making them the priority?

Can I blame everything on grad school?

In any event, this post is an effort for me to get on track with regular posting again. Man, do I hate Blog Apology Posts, so I won’t do that here (nor do I even have the audience to warrant such impossible perfection). NaBlowWriMo was not a success for me this year. Though an important lesson is one in which I previously mentioned: I am doing things because I love to do them, not because I have to justify to others my availability, my presence, my attendance, or my priorities. In the meantime, I will be exploring and reflecting a bit more on how I get habits to stick. Kinda like how I never forget to have my coffee every morning, amirite?

How do you build habits? What tricks work for you to maintain those new habits?

Random Memories from First Grade

Can you remember things from as far back as grade school? I have a few very fuzzy memories of kindergarten but my brain really wanted to hold onto some random memories from first grade. Maybe it was because it was Catholic school and the nuns want to continue to punish me.

There’s this meme that gets passed around Facebook often in the vein of “you were a child of the 70s and 80s if you remember this.” And it’s a picture of Rainbow Parachute Day. EVERYBODY loved parachute day as a kid…

Unless you were me and it triggered the memory of being locked inside a racquetball room in the gym of your Catholic school before cell phones were invented.

Time is a funny thing. With the passing of many, many years the details get murkier about how long we spent in that locked room. It could have been two minutes, it could have been 20. It could have been 2 hours. What I do remember is someone (maybe the gym teacher?) attempting to MacGyver the door lock with a shoelace.

If you can believe it, there is something even MORE triggering about Catholic school and gym days. Brown shorts and yellow shirts. So fug. We had no access to the bathrooms and were required to change in the room in front of everyone – gender separated thank Jesus – with the boys (of course) peeking into the classroom window frequently enough that they were reprimanded against doing so. Which then made us very aware that this was A Thing.

You know what else was A Thing? Me getting sent to the principal’s (head nun’s?) office because I dared to wear unapproved colored socks with my hideously-colored plaid school uniform.

Then, as in now, you can’t get me to follow your silly fashion rules.

But a rule that I will continue to follow based on my first grade experience is to never look directly at the sun during a solar eclipse. The end.

Extra Reading:
This is where your childhood memories went {via Nautilus}

Will Run For Chocolate Milk

It’s no secret in my circles that I love chocolate milk. Sunday morning, I ran a Chocolate Milk Chug Mile (very on brand for me) β€” AND I PR’D MY MILE RACE! I don’t share too much anymore about my running (and my associated running struggles), but wanted to share this celebrious event. Today was a great day for a run in Iowa!

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πŸ₯›πŸ« WILL RUN FOR CHOCOLATE MILK (and hot chocolate) 🍫πŸ₯› This morning I participated in the Hot Chocolate Race’s Chocolate Milk Chug Mile (because, duh πŸ’πŸ»β€β™€οΈ). Mile runs are HARD. But chocolate milk is awesome. I had to double-check my Athlinks account afterward to even check what my one mile PR was… AND I FREAKING PR’D IT TODAY. My previous one mile PR was from the Liberty Mile in Pittsburgh in 2015 (I ran 8:10). Today, I finished in 7:37. Holy crap! 😱😱😱 Totally unexpected start to the day. And then I went to Browns Woods for two loops with my fellow πŸ¦ƒπŸ¦ƒπŸ¦ƒ #willrunforchocolatemilk #builtwithchocolatemilk #iprdtoday #runiowa #trailrunning #chugandrun #capitalstridersturkeys #100milechallenge #100stridersmiles

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HOORAY, CHOCOLATE MILK!

Extra Reading:
How we fell out of love with milk {via The Guardian, also #fakenews, also BLASPHEMY}
This 94-year-old “Candy Man” of Iowa gives out Hershey chocolate bars every day 😭😭😭 {via Des Moines Register}

Take me home, gravel roads.

With all the love I share about Iowa, I’m going to start this post about the thing I hate about Iowa: Gravel roads. Close second: “B” roads. And if you don’t know what THAT is, then you’re not from Iowa and I strongly advise you to NOT take that scenic route.

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Enter at your own risk, aka: Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. Also, that car is probably definitely stuck.

I hate driving on gravel roads.

I hate the dust that lingers after someone nearby has driven down a gravel road. Or the dust that’s flown in your direction when someone speeds past you.

I hate when my GPS thinks it’s a shortcut.

I hate that the speed limit on them is an ungodly 50+ mph.

Vinton Iowa trail race gravel

And I 100% HATE running on gravel roads.

And gravel shoulders. And gravel trails.

Fuck me, why would I sign up for a race that includes gravel roads on its course?

Iowa, that’s why.

Or because I didn’t look at the course map beforehand. Choose your own adventure.

Iowa gravel trail race

For what it’s worth, the view at the top was amazing in Vinton, Iowa. Word of advice: Look up race info should you ever get the motivation to run here. Swear at the dust and rocks a little. Wear a buff as a mask. And then look around you. Marvel at its quieted landscapes.

And then swear at yourself because you signed up for a race, dumbfounded, thinking that Iowa was flat. LOLZ, RIP YOUR QUADS. I’ve lived here three years and I still make up swear words at these hills.

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Choose your races wisely. And also run in magical Christmas tree forests because those are THE BEST.