2011 Streak: A sense of ending
Not with a celebratory burst through the finishing tape, nor with a retirement forced by overwhelming odds, the 2011 Streak ended. I cannot give a precise reason why I could not carry on but rather it was an increasing weariness and a fading of enthusiasm. For sometimes the whole enterprise had felt like going through the motions rather than something fresh.
I missed the day of my return from France. The shipped docked in the morning and I still had most of the day in front of me but I did nothing. No exercise, no photograph, no notes. After a streak is broken you cannot put it back together again.
When that happened I felt a sense of relief. A voice in my head said "300 days is not too shabby and anyway what about all those other jobs you have put to one side. Eh?" (You can never escape that voice that tells you you ought to be doing more).
"Yes" I said "it will do. I need to get on and regroup" A sigh escaped my body and that was that.
The picture of a fizzled out firework is probably appropriate