This time last year I was in Australia with my family, jet-lagged, a bit sunburnt, and enjoying the fact that I was in a country experiencing summer. I was in bed by about 10pm, and woke up at 5am on New Year’s Day for a run.
Like the party animal that I am, I am again preparing to spend midnight in my bedroom, but checking out the city’s firework display from my window and drinking the bubbly currently chilling in my fridge. Part of that is by choice (I refuse to go to a bar only to wait 30 minutes to get served an overpriced warm beer in a plastic cup, all whilst inhaling the body odour and farts of the drunk people in the filled-to-way-over-capacity room). Part of that is because I promised Ian we would stay in and do sexy things. And a new reason I’ll be staying in? I’m pretty sure I somehow pulled a muscle in my neck, for the second time of my life, and of the year. Amazing.
Looking back at 2012, I’ve had a lot of firsts: my first half marathon (and 7 more), my first 10 miler, my first 13.1K, my first 17.5 miler, and, most importantly, my first marathon. I didn’t think too much about signing up for a lot of races (in fact, I was a bit drunk when I signed up to some), but I’ve thought more carefully about next year’s schedule so that I don’t neglect Ian during so many weekends, and also so that I have some time to rest. I have also learned the meaning of the word ‘rest’, and despite struggling with the concept, am improving with the idea of not working out every day. Sometimes.
In 2013, I hope to continue racing relatively frequently, as well as incorporating some races outside of Scotland (Paris and Houston, I’m talkin’ to you!). I also want to try out a few duathlons and triathlons, and if I enjoy them, I want a road bike. A pretty one. With flower decals on it.
Anyway, I’ll keep it short and sweet, and just say that I hope everyone has an amazing end to 2012, and here’s to an amazing 2013!