Rewind to this past new years. January 1 2014. My good friend and I stand beside a bonfire, small snowflakes drift serenely to the ground, and I'm freeze my butt off. I'd opted to look good, rather than keep warm in the cold Okanagan winter. Surrounded by snow for the entire weekend (for my fellow Vancouverites, snow is not that slushy grey mess that gathers around the city a few days of the year causing everyone to forget how to drive. Okanagan snow is plentiful, and pristine white, that makes me ridiculously happy...until I have to stand in it all night) it was a lovely change of scenery. Anyway, so there we stand, chatting about this and that, and NYRs come about, as it always does. She asks me what mine is, and for the first time in my life, I had actually made a resolution. In the past I'd always washed away the question stating that NYRs were "not realistic, and inane". But this year, I had one, and I was sure it would be accomplished by the end of 2014. I would run 1200km in a year.
Fast forward to present day. To-date, I have run 70km. No where near the paltry 100km a month it would have taken me if I had stuck to it from day one. I'm on the verge of being a hypocrite. On the verge of becoming everything I hate about NYRs. It had seemed so realistic at the time. Sure my running had suffered since summer, but in peak months I was running well over 100km a month, so I thought it would be easy. I was wrong. But there is still time to salvage my first ever NYR!
If I start today, I have seven months to run 1130km. That's 161km a month.
Challenge Accepted.
