The Streak: 1,834 days outdoors... and counting

Five years ago, on March 10, 2020, I took my first step into what would become an unbroken streak of outdoor activity. At the time, I had no idea that a simple commitment to daily movement — walking, biking, running, hiking, or paddling — would become such a defining part of my life. It started as a way to escape the monotony of pandemic lockdowns, but as the days added up, so did my resolve. Now, over 1,834 days later, I find myself reflecting on what this journey has meant to me.

I’ve made it outside through all kinds of weather: pouring rain, blistering heat, and even snow (a rarity these days in North Carolina). I’ve ventured out when I was sick, injured, or exhausted, and I’ve celebrated milestones with small rewards — whether it was a warm drink after a cold, rainy run or a well-earned pastry on a special day. Some days were exciting, like night hiking under a full moon or setting orienteering courses in the woods. Others were simple, like circling a parking lot with my mom before Christmas when gatherings were still discouraged.

One of the most challenging stretches came with my cancer diagnosis and thyroidectomy. The surgery took my thyroid and left me managing hypoparathyroidism, a condition that complicates my body’s ability to regulate calcium. I remember hitting my 970th consecutive day with a walk the morning before surgery, hoping I’d be able to continue.

Four days post-op, I was back in the woods, moving slowly but determined. That perseverance carried me through recovery, much as it had through injuries and tough days before.

This streak has been more than just a personal challenge; it’s been a lesson in adaptability and resilience. I’ve learned that movement doesn’t always have to be intense — sometimes a slow walk is enough. I’ve learned to be flexible with plans when the weather, my body, or life circumstances don’t cooperate. And I’ve learned that consistency is powerful, even when motivation wavers.

Perhaps the most rewarding part has been the connections I’ve made. My social media posts documenting this journey have sparked conversations, encouragement, and even inspired others to get outside more. My husband, Jeff, has been my biggest supporter, indulging my wild ideas, joining me on adventures, and cheering me on through every milestone.

As I step into year six of this streak, I don’t have an end goal in mind — just a continued appreciation for the ability to move, breathe fresh air, and find joy in the outdoors every single day. If this journey has taught me anything, it’s that the hardest part is often just stepping out the door. But once you do, the rewards are endless.