I’ve had this square, blue magnet forever, featuring the following quote: It’s never too late to be what you might have been.
It looks like this. Did you know you could purchase magnets online? The things we learn…
It’s attributed to George Eliot, the pen name of a female Victorian-era author. I don’t think I’ve ever read Silas Marner, but it’s the lone work I can attribute to her, er—him.
Some days, I totally buy in. It’s a great mantra. Other days, I think the message mocks me as I fetch milk from the fridge, and I tend to the rest of my day sluggishly. But with some needed calcium, at least.
I’m not one to maintain and hold firm on new years resolutions; can’t deny that. But I’m looking to build a sense of consistency in regards to running. What does that entail? What might I be?
A few things need to take place, I think. First, I’m spending the next few weeks merely “just running”. I’m not thinking about plotting out mileage or pace or time. I just go out and base my day's efforts on feel. I need to embed it back into my being, make it the habit I want it to be. Secondly, brighten up this site, both visually and content wise, as it was previously mirroring the dark scheme. I'm pleased at this point.
I delved back into this blog with running gusto last spring at what would turn out to be the worst possible timing I could think of. It kind of lost its way over the past few months, poor attempts at forcing updates and entries or even worse—me not feeling like I could openly post the words I wanted to say, needed to say, really. I'll be better at that. Like for example, instead of dwelling on the crapfest that was '11, I'm very much looking forward to the next 365 days and what I can bring to the table. So there, pbbbt.
The oafishness and sheer idiocy of the holiday week betwixt Christmas and New Years undid things a bit, but the two weeks prior I was good, I swear! 22 and 19 miles, respectively, felt solid. There was a few freak nights featuring runs in shorts as well as some weird slight issue with the presence of pain that I couldn’t pinpoint on the back of my heel. But all the same, I managed. More importantly, I enjoyed it.
Despite feeling slightly effected by, uh, New Year’s festivities, I held myself accountable to what I want to accomplish in 2012 and went for a 4 ½ mile outing this evening. It wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be, but then again, I like tangling with the elements. I ran with the wind biting me in the face for the majority of my time in the great suburban outdoors, but I enjoyed it all the same.
I have goals and desires to reach this year when it comes to running, and I’ll get there. Now is not the time to dwell on such. First things first, is just run, baby. Just run…