Well, it seems we all made it through the craziness that was 2020, whether it was fairly easy sailing or by the skin of our teeth…or both. We survived.
I’m not going to go into a long look back at 2020, but there was good, there was bad, and there was a LOT of indifferent but suffice it to say I am glad 2021 has shown up and seems to be cooperating, for the most part, except for that outlier of a day, Jan 6, or as I would like it to be called “December 37th, 2020”. Just to have all the big crazy left in that year.
This year, I spent the last quarter of 2020 prepping for how I wanted to spend 2021. I had SO many glorious plans for the new decade a year ago and well…we all know how THOSE turned out. I did manage to squeeze in a couple of accomplishments, and I am good with that. Hitting 800 miles ran for the year was a high point for me and influenced one of my 2021 goals.
But, even with all my prep work and “December 37th” not withstanding, I still have had a hard time getting my daily ‘flow’ to happen. But, that’s perfectly OK – Today is January 17th, otherwise known as national “Give Up on your Resolutions Day” and I’ll be damned if I plan on giving up or giving in this year.
I spent a lot of time last year giving in, giving up, and not giving a crap about a lot of things and it didn’t get me anywhere, so if I can work through all the little rough spots of my new goals and how I spend my day, I will be all the better for it.
2020 I literally just quit giving a shit. After March 13, it just went down hill and kept going down hill until there was no more hill to go down. Then I just kind of laid there, in a soda induced stupor, mumbling incoherently and buying more pajama sets than one woman should ever really own.
I am hell bent not to let 2021 get the better of me and I have managed to keep the momentum going and am actually (knock on wood) ahead of the plan!
Instead of jumping head first into EVERYTHING I am rolling out my 2021 plans slowly, on a monthly schedule and giving myself the month of January (and February if I think I need it) to Ease in to 2021. Now, don’t get me wrong, I really, truly wanted to jump head first into doing ALL THE THINGS but I know that isn’t going to work. I wanted to run ALL THE RACES AT TOP SPEED AND DO ALL THE MILES ALL THE TIME, but I also know that I am 54 years old now, and my body will flat out revolt on me if I do that.
So, here I am, trying to pull back the reigns of my inner stubborn self and go slow. I am taking recovery days, I am NOT pushing my pace, I am working on Yoga for 21 minutes a day instead of trying to work in 5 different types of workouts during the week then list ALL the things, all the places and make you look at how much shit I do every fucking day!!!
Frankly, I’m exhausted just typing all that shit out and I know you would wanna punch me if you had to read it day in and day out.
I have too much desire to add fun back to my life again and I’ve done my time being that girl. I put in the hours, I did the time, I’m good. I will always be an athlete. I will always be a runner. I will always be a fighter. But I am also a wife, a gamer, an adventurer, a companion, a creator, and so much more, that limiting all my goals to athletic endeavors is just not the way I want to spend 2021. After/If I reach my streak day #365, then I’m done counting shit. I want to hit that year mark, then I quit counting the days. I will still count my mileage because one of my few athletic goals is to hit 1000 miles this year.
I want to write more. I realized I wrote a whopping 6 blogs in 2020. SIX BLOGS!!! That’s crazy. So I am shooting for 1 a week. Some geared around the #FindingFiftyTwo Focus videos I do but most probably won’t be. I think part of what got to me last year was the lack of being creative, because I lost the will to do pretty much anything. I think most of us did.
I want to have adventures, find new ways to have date nights with my adorable husband. I want to do stuff…which is the nice way of putting “I want to get out and see people and do things, and sit in bars, and dance, and hug people, and do wild and crazy things that I used to do more – but can’t until all the fucking whackadoodles quit spreading the plague” kind of stuff.
So for now, I am taking it one day at a time, one step at a time, one mile at a time.
I am easing my way into this year on a cautious foot, because any more days like “December 37th” and I’m just gonna sit in the basement and buy one of those freaky knitting machines I’ve seen on TikTok, sing sea shanties and make little wool hats for my cats the rest of the year!
Wear a mask. Wash your hands. Get the vaccine. Be a Kinder, gentler Human!