I ran yesterday, for what was only the second time this month. Yes, I'm a non-runner. I can accept that, I guess. Certainly running 5km feels nothing like what it used to. So much has been lost.
I won't complain or grumble, though. I know where I want to be next summer, and I will get there. In the meantime, life is about so much more than just running. While I'm hardly juggling all my diverse interests flawlessly, there is a certain flow to the way things are going. If there are no shining moments of brilliance, at least everything is progressing in its own way.
Christmas was its usual mix of stress and joy, the former preceding the latter. I got a pull buoy and a Rabobank jersey. I spent a day helping family move (closer to us!), and a day or two on the continuing house rearrangement. I skipped swimming and ate too much.
In the grand scheme, I like where things are going. I ran yesterday, and will run again before my holidays are up. Swimming is a challenge, and is keeping me in shape. The house is getting in order, albeit slowly. The family is starting to converge, which can only be good. My card playing is slowly improving. Things are moving forward at work.
I'm genuinely excited about next year. Part of the focus will be on "faster", rather than "farther". The focus will also be more on "fun", and less on "training". Sure, I'll still be training, but hopefully the process will be better than slogging through five runs a week. The goal will be to stay fit, get stronger, but to better integrate the process into the process of living.