So, you know I don’t do resolutions. No Ma’am. I do not need any help setting myself up for failure. But this year I’m flirting with it, skirting around it. I prefer to set a super generic, broad goal. Harder to fail, y’all. Harder to fail.
What is my New Year’s Very Broad Goal?
Pretty much this.
No race goals, no time goals, no nothing goals. If I have to sum it up in a sentence it would be: get better at running. Simple as that.
And, blah blah, for all the predictable reasons. Because I’m 30, dangit, and something’s gotta give. And I’ve always secretly wanted to be a runner. Even at my most out of shape, sedentary loserdom. I’ve always suspected there’s a little runner in me somewhere trying to get out.
So for the past month, that husband of mine has been my running buddy. And, yes, I use the word “running” lightly. It really does warrant quotation marks. Obviously we’re starting slow, but I’m getting better. I CAN RUN FOR SECONDS AT A TIME, for crying out loud. I’m practically an Olympian.
It helps that we’re running on dirt roads in the country. Less witnesses, less pressure, more scenery. And now for your viewing pleasure, scenes from my run:
How it all begins – the driveway.
The road hogs.
Sunsets and stuff.
Aaaaand, that’s about it. Somedays it’s fun, somedays I think I’m going to die. But overall I’m getting better.
And I know I said I wouldn’t set specific goals. But I’m seriously considering my first race. Because bacon.
GIVE ME RUNNING ADVICE PLEASE.