commitment day

I ended 2015 in the best way possible – in front of my own woodstove, with two brother cats doped up on Prozac and finally cautiously co-existing in the same room for the first time in 3 months.

Every year, I wake up on New Year’s Day and notice a little 5k (“Commitment Day 5k”) that runs right past my front door, and every year I think, ‘aww, I ought to sign up for that next year.’ So last night at about 11.30 – hazy and sleepy with woodstove heat and basking cat – I did so.

The morning dawned cold and snowy and Emmett couldn’t believe I was getting out of the fleece sheets and Sherpa blanket. I trekked to the starting line and collected my t-shirt and blew on my hands for awhile, and a man in a Russian fur hat started us off. The first mile was bitterly chilly; little snowdrifts collected in my eyebrows. Then by mile 2 I felt warmer, and looser; no music to listen to except the sound of footfalls in the snow and the rasping breath of runners. I ran past my house along the route with approximately 150 other earlybird souls and every split got a little faster. It was an overall slow run, but I felt as good as it is possible to feel at the finish line when your eyelashes are frozen.

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Emmett hadn’t budged off the Sherpa blanket when I came back in except to squeak and glare at me.

I don’t make resolutions, but I have some things I’d like to accomplish in 2016. I’d like to spend as much time possible with the best little human on the planet, my redhaired girl. I’d like to read 50 books (since I squeaked in under the line of my 2015 45-book goal at around 9.00 last night, thanks to a late-year decision to include graphic novels). I’d like to run another half marathon and lots of other smaller events. I’d like to run more miles every week and never miss a week. I’d like to blog more and watch birds a lot and go for walks. I’d like to not worry as much if people like me. I’d like to spend lots of time with my family and my friends. I’d like to finish the novel I have in draft form and in scattered handwritten notes on scraps of paper.

And for now, I’d like to wish you all a very blessed 2016, and go join Emmett on the Sherpa blanket, and watch my bae Jim Harbaugh whup some Florida bum in the Citrus Bowl, and maybe get some pizza at Whole Foods later.

In 2016, I want to enjoy the little, simple things as thoroughly as I did in 2015, and that starts now.

xoxo.

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