When the Streak Breaks

1,039 days.

That’s how long my “at least a mile a day” running streak lasted. Every single day for nearly three years, I laced up — rain or shine, tired or energized — and put one foot in front of the other. Until two weeks ago.

A broken tibia and fibula in my right leg brought the streak to a sudden stop. It’s been two weeks since the break and one week since surgery. I’m trying hard not to feel down, but it’s not easy. I’m a fairly active person — always on the go, always moving — and being still feels unnatural.

Maybe this is God’s way of making me slow down. Maybe it’s a reminder that rest has value too.

As I wrote in my last post, I was gearing up to start training for my 14th marathon. I felt strong, confident, and ready. My speed was improving, my training plan was solid, and I was excited to test it all in a half marathon this past Sunday.

But of course… I didn’t run.

Instead, I’m learning a different kind of endurance — the kind that doesn’t involve miles but patience, healing, and trust. My marathon plans are now deferred to 2027, giving me a year to rebuild and, as the saying goes, get “back on track.”

For now, I’m counting small victories: healing progress, movement returning, and faith that this pause will eventually lead to a stronger start line.