It's not official yet, but I think it's
pretty safe to say that “The Streak” is about to come to an end.
You may remember "The Streak", that
strange little thing where every time I'm running and it's above
freezing I wear shorts. It's been going on for 47 months now, since
March of 2015, through Decembers and Januarys and even a few
Februarys, to boot. Who knew it would take the snowy February of
2019 to finally kill it?
The amazing thing about “The Streak”
coming to an end isn't that it was killed by an abnormally cold
month; as far as I know, the one way in which February's been average
is in temperatures. It hasn't been really cold, but because of the
way the systems have been coming in it hasn't been especially warm,
either. In fact, it's only been above zero for a few hours this
month, and that was this past Friday afternoon when I was at work and
couldn't ruin even if I wanted to. And since temps aren't supposed
to get anywhere near 20 the next few days, I've come to terms with
the fact that “The Streak” is over.
I mean, it's not like it was anything
important anyway, right? For whatever bizarre reason temperatures
just happen to rise above a certain number on those exact days that I
needed them to. If I ran on different days of the week, or if
temperatures the one day this past January when it was above zero
hadn't happened, we wouldn't even be talking about this. It's almost
like one of those streaks a gambler gets on—the cards keep falling
your way and keep falling your way and you think you're invincible.
Then you bet it all on one hand and you lose it all on one hand.
So my streak was kind of like that,
except there was no money involved and a big guy named Guido was
standing around waiting for me to pay up.
Because I'm an optimist at heart I
fully expect “The Streak” to start again next month. And I'll
ride it again as long as I can. I have no idea if it'll go 47 months
again. I mean, with the way the climate keeps changing it could go
on a lot longer. Or, given the way that climate change seems to be
hitting us in the weirdest way possible, may it won't go on at all.
I have no idea. I'll just start it again and see where it takes me.
It just won't be THIS streak. So RIP,
Streak of 2015-2019. Ye shall be missed.
(jim@wmqt.com),
dork
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