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Four Years!

FLAMING FOLIAGE RELAY-2025

Yesterday marked four years of running at least a mile every day. 6,385 miles, averaging 4.37 miles a day. Longtime newsletter readers have put up with my annual post for the past three years talking about what a “running streak” is, and why it is important (to me alone!) Here’s one more blog, and since my daughter and I are embarking on a 2,600-mile hike in April, this could be the final annual streak post. We’ll see how many mornings on the Pacific Crest Trail that I can crawl out of a tent and go jogging before starting to hike!


1461 days (had a leap year) into a habit, I rarely ponder why I do it and never consider not doing it. It’s like coffee—my day ain’t starting unless the run gets done. Most of my jogging is done on a treadmill, which allows me to 1) avoid bad weather, 2) skip the decision of where to run and what to wear, and 3) listen to audiobooks. The last one might be the most important—I’ve read 61 audiobooks so far in 2025. My running streak helps me do one of the things I enjoy more than running!


This year had its challenges. I did four airport runs, a pre- and post- colonoscopy trot (ha ha), and 15 days of waking up in a tent and going for a jog. And only one day where a search and rescue mission went so long, I worried whether I might not get my run in.


In years past, I’ve run through back pain and COVID. I’m probably jinxing myself while writing this, but 2025 has been blessedly injury-free. Part of that relates to the running streak. Before I began running every day, I often took breaks in order to let body parts “heal”—a slightly pulled hamstring, a sharp pain in my calf, maybe a pulled back muscle. I still get those, but I don’t really count them as injuries anymore. When something hurts, I’ll slow my pace and maybe run one mile instead of four. It usually goes away in a couple of days.


Overall, running has made me healthier. I’ve got a pulse rate in the low 40s, and the daily activity helps keep the weight off. But everything I read says that at this age it might be better to focus more on lifting weights than on aerobic exercise. I do sit-ups and pushups every morning, but I don’t have a weightlifting routine. I’ve only got so many hours in the day. I figure I’ll weight (get it?) until something negatively impacts my running (it’s not an “if,” it’s a “when”) before looking at a lifting program.


If you’ve read this far, thanks for your attention. I know how valuable it us after reading Chris Hayes’s book The Siren’s Call about the new “attention economy.” In the meantime, I’m thinking about today—getting up earlier than normal (flying to WA to visit Mom!) and starting my fifth year of the streak.

Don’t Look, Ethel…

Don't Look, Ethel...

There’s a rumor around the family that I was a third-grade streaker. According to this fake news, I only exercised this habit when the folks were away and the babysitter was in charge. Maybe I have a lingering memory of this embarrassment? Maybe not—could be something my sisters made up. It was the ‘70s after all and Ray Stevens had just launched his album Boogity Boogity—so I’m going to claim I was unduly influenced by the social media of the day.

But I’m not embarrassed about my current streaking habit. My sister-in-law and niece challenged the other sisters (I’m married to one of them) and myself to a running streak—how many days in a row can you run at least a mile? And you have to check-in by text each day when you’re done. Now I do quite a bit of running, but I always take at least two days off a week, so I wasn’t sure about this one. But then I thought “a mile?” How hard could it be to add 5,280 feet to the off days?

So here we are at Day 61. I was hoping the benefits of the streak would include better endurance. Faster times. Maybe…self-actualization?

Nah. None of that.

But I ain’t quitting, and I’ll tell you why. It’s because of the check-ins!

These texts are my daily dose of humor. OK, it started pretty tame. I think on Day 8 someone posted a pic of an 8-ball. Then on Day 10, I posted a clip of Bo Derek running down the beach. “Game on,” right? The ladies got into it on a #12 argument between Roger Staubach (they are all Dallas, born and raised) and Tom Brady. A walk down memory lane on Day 20 with a pic of a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20. OJ Simpson hurdling suitcases at the airport on Day 32 had me ROFL (I’m learning…but shouldn’t it be ROTFL?) Now we’re just starting to push boundaries with the AK-47 pic and an ad for 50 Shades of Grey.

But these texts are also check-ins with family that wouldn’t have happened as often without “the streak.” We know who’s having a good day and who isn’t. We’re organizing our next hike. Sharing Christmas prep. And doing a lot of laughing. I’m not a big telephone guy, but I love these daily bits of family connection.

I’ll keep on streakin.’ Doing it for family!

“Pardon me sir, did you see what happened?

Yeh, I did…I was standing over there by the tomatoes

And here he come

Running thru the pole beans, thru the fruits and vegetables

Naked as a jay-bird

And I hollered over at Ethel…I said don’t look Ethel

It was too late, she’d already been incensed…”

The Flaming (Flamingos) Foliage Relay

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Idaho Springs to Buena Vista, Colorado. 165 miles. No problem.

Right?

Except they picked the hardest three passes for our team to traverse. 

Up the winding paved road to 11,669 feet over Guanella Pass. Then we hopped on the Colorado Trail’s single-track over Georgia Pass at 11,598 feet. A little overnight action to take Fremont Pass (11.318 feet) into Leadville. A loop around Turquoise Lake so we could touch the LT100 Ultramarathon Trail (we’re such pretenders) and then a straight shot down the Arkansas River valley to Buena Vista as the sun came up.

How did I get here? My niece works for a company up in Ft Collins and they’ve been running the Wild West Relay (Ft. Collins to Steamboat Springs) for a couple of years. With COVID this year, they were ‘running’ a little short for their first effort at the Flaming Foliage Relay. They dipped into the senior citizen category and called Uncle Cam. What a great group of folks! I’m glad they called.

Our official team name was “We Run for Swag”, but team captain Brock designed personal patches and handed them out just prior to the race. For the next 28 hours we were the Flamin’ Flamingos. There were three options for the race: In-person, Virtual, or Hybrid. We Flamingos ended up as the only Hybrid entrant as we had a couple folks recovering from COVID and other injuries that plowed it out on the treadmill back home.

We couldn’t have asked for better weather. Blue skies and upper 70’s in the day and down into the 40’s at night. The single-track scenery was the highlight but we did have to put in some highway time as well. My third leg was the 10K into my home town of Buena Vista–got to love family to greet you, cold beer at the finish, and new friends!

 

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