Well, I figured I probably wouldn't make it through the whole year.
A late night, mixed with a midday rehearsal and no one else to let out the dogs led to my decision not to run today, so I suppose I'll have to be happy with 10 days in a row. And I am. Very happy.
I still did my burpees and my pushups, but I spent the rest of the day resting and recuperating. And eating.
In addition to all the other things on which I've been trying to focus, my unreasonably-skilled cook of a brother recently reminded me that my kitchen is a downright privilege to own, and it's not fair to the rest of the world if I don't use it to its full potential. Now, I'm certainly not the world's best cook, but I'm anxious to learn and impress my wife whenever I can, which is why I made fajitas the other night and attempted to create a reduction sauce a few nights after that.
The natural requirement of making amazing meals is, of course, that you have food in the house with which to create said meals. We've had a bad habit of buying lots of ingredients for things and not actually getting around to making them, wasting more food than I'd like to admit, so we're more careful about what we buy these days. The downside is that, whenever I decide to actually cook something, it means a trip to the grocery.
So, that was the other big part of my day today, which will (if all goes according to plan) lead to the creation of my first baked ziti tomorrow, after which the leftovers will likely get my through lunches in the coming week.
Each step of this life overhaul is going to take some getting used to, so I have to be okay with the days that I don't actually get out the door and put in the miles. I'm not training for any particular race at the moment, so I have that option. I'll still be up and out early tomorrow, so all is not lost. Today is not a failure, and tomorrow will almost certainly be a success.
Whether I'll succeed a baking ziti is another matter.