One of my resolutions last year was to run 1200 miles. I didn't make it. Not even close. My total was 921.1. When I made that goal, it seemed so do-able. But then I remembered I have 2 jobs, 3 kids, and a husband. Oh. . . and I hate running. I only do it for the social aspect. And the t-shirts. And I like to eat. So it keeps me from becoming obese.
I quit being mad at myself a long time ago when I realized I wasn't going to make it. Life just happened. I sure wish I would have made it to 1200, but I don't think I'm a loser for not getting there. I still ran 2 marathons, 3 half marathons, and hundreds and hundreds of miles on top of that. That's winning.
I also made the resolution to be more fun. That lasted about a month. I'm not fun. I"m boring. Get used to it.
Also, I totally lied in my last post when I said I wasn't making any resolutions this year. I forgot that I accidentally made a few.
1. Continue to NOT care about Pinterest.
2. Run less.
3. Watch more TV. . . . . and not anything educational or uplifting. Just plain garbage. Reality crap. Stuff that dumbs me down. I don't want to have to think. . . . . except about how ridiculous people are and how normal I feel watching them be idiots.
4. Figure out how to get to New Zealand. Which might mean I need 3rd job.
Did you know . . . . that when your dermatologist says, "you have very active follicles" what he actually means is, "you have severe acne for a 35 year old."
5. De-activate follicles (please read that in your best robot voice).
That's is all.
Happy New Year.
