Well, I haven't lost an ounce. The sheets of ice on the roads, and the windchill, and the dark are all continuing to get to me. I need some excitement. Some motivation. Some distraction. Some push.
I've registered to run a race.
Now I'll have to brave the cold.
I am nervous. I am excited. I am convinced that I am entirely not myself (or, not who I was), and I am thrilled. Running a 5k is on my list of New Year goals, but I had doubted I would actually have the guts to register. To my own surprise, I am really going to do it. I start training tomorrow.