December 21st or close to it, is the darkest day of the year. The chill is in the year and as animals, we humans feel the need to hibernate and eat and I’m not exception. I’ve been in a funk since getting over my illness. I’ve been eating too much and not running as much as I should.
During my many non-running hours, I’ve been thinking about the year passed. 2018 has not been an easy year. Nor has it been the year I wish it to be. If someone asks me to describe 2018 in one word, I would say: disappointing.
The week before last someone stole my wallet. This was on the public bus I take all nearly every day. It was frightening and devastating. I didn’t lose that much, a few dollars, a couple debit cards and my driver’s license. So, I had to spend nearly an entire day at the DMV to get a replacement one.
I didn’t lose the weight I wanted to lose. I never realized just how difficult it would be to get the weight off in my late 50s. I will do it, but it will take a lot more work. My biggest disappointment was failing to complete my first 50k. Others around me finished theirs, but not me. I felt really bad. It definitely deflated me. But, I picked myself back up and I kept going as I always do. I will get my first ultra in 2019 instead.
In my next post, I’ll wright my goals for the new year.