Alright, seriously?

 I might have mentioned this here before, but I am a streak runner.  The "rules" of streak running are you must run at least 1 mile without stopping per day. I've done that since January 4, 2018. Some of you might think that it's kind of stupid. To be honest, there are days when I think that, too 😂 But it is a goal that holds me accountable every day and I work for it.

Most days I run more than the required 1 mile, and sometimes during these runs, I stop for one reason for another. But I always make sure I get that one straight mile in.

Yesterday I pushed myself during the race we did. This morning, it was cool but actually sunny and I had no plan to waste today. So we headed out early and kayaked 2 miles out to the beach and had lunch on the cool, quiet and deserted beach, and then kayaked the 2 miles back.

We got home, unloaded the kayaks, quickly changed our clothes and Marc and I headed out for a 23 mile bike ride. Then I hung out in the sun for a bit, while the dogs played outside. But by 6 PM I needed to head out and planned to do just the 1 mile streak run - I figured I had done enough today. I took Booker, because he was begging to go with me. My legs were pretty tired, but 1 mile isn't so much - at least that's what I told myself to get out the door.

I felt better than expected but was happy I was only running the mile. And what did this little fucker do??!! He completely stopped running at .77 miles in to squat down and drop two TINY LITTLE TURDS out.

And that, my friends, is why we ran 2 miles this evening. Do you see the look of guilt that he has in this pic? No? That's because he is utterly and completely unremorseful!