It was April 28th, 2020, the day after my 43rd birthday. I was hungover. Leading up to the 27th, I had decided to stop drinking for the month. Why not. It’s good to detox every now and then, I told myself, but boy had I missed booze. IPAs. Mmmm, beer.
But booze was not on my agenda for the 28th. Despite the hangover I decided I was going to starting running. I distinctly remember telling myself I wasn’t going to let the coronavirus lockdown put me down. I wasn’t going to let it be an excuse to let my body go to shit, sit on my ass and consume everything single thing on Netflix, and drink more. I’m done with Tiger King. What’s next.
No, I was going to start running.
From the 28th of April, 2020 to the 30th of April 2021 I I ran 1,341 miles. That’s about the distance from Morristown, New Jersey to Wichita, Kansas.
When I started, I was averaging 3-5 miles per run and running 3-4 days a week. Now I’m running 5-8 miles almost daily. My goal for this year is 2,000 miles. I have to run at least 5.49 miles every day to hit this goal. As of today I’m averaging 5.6379 miles per day, which would put me at 2,057.8643 miles by the end of the year if I keep up this pace. But that’s not why I’m running more than I need to. I’m doing it to build up a reserve of miles for when I might get sick, or have to take trip, or something else unexpected happens and fucks up my routine (the parallels to personal finance are obvious).
I’m describing my journey over the past year because this is what I’ve realized is at the core of Stay Vigilant. To be vigilant is to keep a watchful eye on something. Vigilance also implies an action you might need to take if something happens. In this sense I’m taking creative license with the meaning of ‘staying vigilant’.
I’m not just keeping a watchful eye on my health, I’m actively chasing it, like a wolf in the woods. My vigilance is in motion, it’s not waiting for something to happen first, that’s what sheep do and I’m not a sheep.