From December 1st to December 31st 2018 I went streaking every day.
It was thirty-one days of running from the beginning of the holiday season all the way to the last day of the year. (Even though, yes, I am one of those afflicted souls who thinks Christmas season begins after Remembrance Day.)
Some days of the run streak I finished more than a mile, some days I didn’t want to run at all, and one I almost forgot completely, busting out the running shoes at a late hour to keep the dream alive. Still, at the end of the month I was victorious—and despite the struggle, I think this is something I might keep up every December as long as I’m able.
#Streakcember has become a bizarre framework to my celebration of the holiday season. Where will I end up running my mile? How will I fit my run into the middle of all the festivities? How bad can running be with a mulled wine hangover?
It’s cause to ask me little questions of my dedication. It’s a way to keep the proverbial fire going, even when I’m too busy to put in more distance. Oh, yeah—and a great way to scope out all the houses in the neighbourhood with the best Christmas lights.
Because of Streakcember I’ve dashed through the snow on Christmas day. I’ve run in a Santa costume and also jeans and my old lawn-mowing sneakers when I ended up at my parent’s house and had no gear.
It’s the bizarre determination and utilitarian spirit of the challenge which keeps me coming back for more. You make it work. The distance is small enough that up-and-quitting isn’t necessarily a real option. There’s the fact that when you’re done, it feels like a Christmas miracle and you start the new year off with a little extra pride at what you finished.
#Streakcember, it was a blast. I’ll see you in just about twelve months.
For now, we have memories. And this video—1 second of footage for every day of running in December. So in a way, like… WAY better than memories.