I didn't start running until I was in my late twenties, and even so I would end up in a pattern where I'd get motivated and go on a couple of runs, take a few days off, go on another run the following week, and next thing you know it's been a month since I last run. Rinse and repeat.

In July 2015, something changed. I headed out on a run on a Tuesday, then did another one the next day, and the day after, and… I took the Friday off. When I woke up on July 11, 2015 I remember thinking I could have done 4 days in a row, so I set out to try and do that. 4 days turned into a week, then a month, then two, then six, then a year, and here I am, ten years later.

I've had the privilege to run in some amazing places, from the streets of my hometown to the trails of national parks, on all seven continents. I've run solo and I've run with friends, I've run with music and I've run with my own thoughts. I've run through stress fractures, heart procedures, flus and other physical ailments. I've run in frigid sub zero weather and in sweltering heat. Each run has been a new adventure, and I've learned something different from every experience.

Running has changed my life, and I hope I'll still keep this going in another decade. I've been extremely lucky to have had the support of my wonderful wife Molly throughout this journey, and I couldn't have done it without her patience, how many times has she heard me say I'll be back in a few! in the mornings.