I wish I could tell you that this had been a smooth year; but the truth is, it has been anything but. I started off the year choosing two words that I hoped would be my guiding stars when things got difficult, Strong and Fit.
I’ve had a never ending stream (pun intended) of colds all year. I’ve just started a course of antibiotics as I’ve got sinusitis again, I think for the third time this year, my last cold was only four short weeks ago. Friends tell me I need to take better care of myself, but the thing is – I do take care of myself. I do eat healthily (cherry coke and Reese’s pieces I had today aside). I’ve barely drunk alcohol in two weeks, and for the next ten days in any case can’t because of the antibiotics. We cook most meals from scratch at home, I eat heaps of fruit and vegetables, am reducing my coffee intake (despite it killing me and me nearly killing others). I’ve spent all damn year investing in myself, taking up running, completing two 10km runs, being overjoyed at finding a Bikram studio ten minutes away from home.
I weigh the same as I did at the beginning of the year. While I’ve felt fit and strong at odd points I fell down the stairs bruising my coccyx, I damaged my shoulder at a boxing class and then a month ago popped a Baker’s cyst behind my knee. I can hardly call this year a success on either Fit or Strong. I wanted to be heading towards Christmas 2014 with my skin glowing, daily exercise as part of my routine, just something I did now, not something I had to struggle to fit in like it was at the beginning of the year. I wanted to be building up KMs aiming to complete the half marathon with my girlfriend.