it's true. sometimes i clap for myself

365

 congratulations! why, THANK you. had i known a svelte rhinoceros w rainbow mane was going to greet me at the finish w single malt scotch plus möet and chandon*, i'd have gotten after such a goal ages ago.  

this is by far my longest riding streak. last year i made it to 220 something, but that was a pbp qual year, so it seemed to make sense. a few years before that i hit 82 consec days. 

i've been grateful to have this one thing to hang on to and be consistent about. if i derailed, it would have been me doing it and not it happening to me. making up your own rules is interesting - every now and again you have conversations with yourself about what would be permissable, like a close to midnight remaster workout when the day's gotten away from you again. sort of funny. sort of ridiculous. the human psyche is fascinating - the deals we make w the devil? nah. the deals we make with ourselves. whatever it takes. 

i did need this. shucks, i still might. it could be hard to let it go now. it's been the volunteer racoon you feed in the backyard, the same homeless person at the offramp intersection you give peanut butter crackers, the siren at noon on the first wednesday of the month. you know it's going to be there. it's the comfort in the familiar.

there's something to be said for having a place to hang your hat or put your toothbrush.

we'll see if i post up 365+D in the coming weeks.

*"I only drink  Champagne on two occasions, when I am in love and when I am not."

– Coco Chanel