With my return to the Wednesday night group run, I have defeated many of last year's months.
January, February, March, April, May, November and December all had smaller totals than I have run in the 8 days of this year, and I'm not even pushing myself. Not yet, anyway.
With daily runs of around 5K, and one long run last Saturday, I've bested seven of the last twelve months. I'm awfully proud of this fact. Not that I'm happy with how little I ran last year, but that, with no race on the horizon, I've still managed to get this motivated, if only for a little over a week.
The water resolution didn't last long, but I'm still moving in the right direction, on the whole. I've cooked two legitimate dinners, including my pseudo-successful attempt at homemade steak sauce tonight. I've eaten breakfast and lunch most days, which again, is more of a victory than it sounds for me.
And I've managed to blog. Short, meaningless little thoughts, maybe. But every day so far.
So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow.