I just had a thought.
If I write multiple posts to make up for the days that I missed, does that mean I’m still keeping to my daily-post resolution?
And if I start running and promise to work hard at well, running… can I erase the memories of my slovenly ways since December?
It’s already February and I haven’t once hit the tracks since my last half-marathon. The scary realization that my next one is scheduled for sometime in May hit me about a week ago. I pledged, promised and hauled my now wobbly bits to the gym… only to find myself on the floor, dizzy and gasping for breath, while my trainer rushed to get me a cup of sugar water.
And yet, I still haven’t begun running again. The idea alone is daunting. The inertia, immobilizing.
Somehow, desire hasn’t translated to action.
I have a plan to make a plan. At least that’s a start.
And for all resolutions that falter, trip and die mid-way, there’s always the re-resolution, no? It’s that moment when you ask yourself, is this worth it? Do I want to go all the way?
I’m glad to say, I do.
Watch this space.