It’s the new year, and everyone is catching up on blogging, so I’ll just slip in the side-door to this party as well.
Last year, I met my goal of running 500 miles, even with 40 to go on Dec 22. Thanksgiving kind of kicked my butt, and I wasn’t sure I was going to make it, but I’m glad I did. That was really the only goal/resolution I had for the year, and I think it served me well. Something about committing to a (relative) lot of running equals a commitment to a lot of other things like sleeping enough and taking decent care of yourself.
Lately, all my energies are focused on trying to buy a house. As I type this, we’re waiting word on yet another offer (our fourth in as many weeks). Training for the upcoming Austin half-marathon I so eagerly registered for, now seems like a minor annoyance.
But life is like that. Ebbing and flowing and changing in the smallest and biggest ways. So I’ll just keep taking it as it comes and trying to stay sane. That’s a pretty good resolution, right?
