There are people who make lofty resolutions, every year. I am not one of those people. Sure, I want to accomplish things but that is every day.
This year, in addition to being a better human and trying new things, I want to start grad school and run.
I am actually doing one of these specific tasks- running. Kinda. I started the couch-2-5k program, again. Why do I suspect I will succeed while in the past I have failed? I am only starting on the 2nd week… and the remaining 7+ seem within reach. Plus I have learned something- I actually LIKE running. I have been a self-proclaimed non-runner for longer than I can remember, so this is HUGE. I always had an excuse why I couldn’t . But then one day bored out of my mind walking on the treadmill, I turned up the speed, and just kept going until I was at a slow trot. It was the biggest sense of accomplishment! After years of can’t, I was doing it. I ran more than a 1/4 mile without stopping. I was on top of the world! Sure, its not much, but you have to start somewhere. This kept up for most of the week, and then shin splints and crazy knee pain and crippling hip tightness from the wrong footwear and unused muscles.
Eventually I healed, and got the right shoes and took it to the street. One day I ran a whole mile without stopping- the first time in my entire life; I was 30. But I rediscovered my bike and started doing more yoga, and I my sports bras weren’t keeping the girls in check. And the excuses mounted, and my running halted. I actually missed it but I was easily dissuaded from going everytime I thought about it.
Who knows what the next 52 weeks will bring. Right now I’m starting over. And I’m ok with that. My motivation? No one is impressed by excuses.
