To gain five pounds. Why fight gravity? Each year I work hard to try to lose weight, but end up barely maintaining. Why not set a goal I actually can achieve?
To run the same races I’ve run in the past and complain because I’m slower than I was ten years ago.
To take those energy gels they hand out at races and drop them three miles away so someone else has to pick them up.
To be less patient when trying to educate the uninitiated on the vagaries of marathon training.
To eat a Twinkie; maybe even a deep fried one. This monastic lifestyle is for the birds. It is time to be less discriminating and eat junk food of all types.
To make myself scarce when asked to volunteer at races; to show up, race and leave.
To be less anally retentive about recording the details of my training. To wit: last week I ran 54.98 miles including a 15.15 mile run on the hard-pack and snow covered High Line Canal Path, a treadmill interval workout of 6 x ½ mile repeats followed by 4 x ¼ mile repeats and a 14.17 mile loop with into a 30+ mph headwind the whole way.
To run more junk miles. Time enough to bum-around; time enough to run-around. Rest is a four letter word.
To be less sarcastic.
To stop and sip the sports drink.
To cherish the miles I get to run with the wonderful people who graciously invite me into their lives.
Happy New Year!
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