Two major edits in the works. Running and Drinking.
Over the weekend you may have seen the post about me running. I used to enjoy running as a hobby in high school and more so in college, but it fell to the wayside in 2009 and never reappeared with much ferocity. I want it back.
Whenever people used to ask me why I ran, I always responded, “in case I ever have to run for my life,” which I have. Not a skill I feel like losing. I downloaded an app for it, researched the art of training, bought new gear, and am genuinely excited to track my progress. I’ll start with a 10k in May, and then we will see where it takes me, if my zeal continues. If you guys know of any great running blogs, I’d love the links!
Now, on to the drinking part. I am participating in Sober February (via Greg Rutter). You may have picked up by now that I am a bit of a boozehound. My initial reaction to Sober February was, “I would rather strap on a fat suit for a year than give up whiskey,” but it was this visceral reaction that made me think a month without booze might be good for me. Not because I need to lose weight, not because I’m too wild, but simply because my fear of it struck a tone of dependency. Alcoholism killed my uncle. It’s something worth being aware of, if not for his memory, then for my health.
The one exception I am allowing is Gemma’s birthday this Saturday because it’s Gemma. I may also consider Valentine’s Day. Not because it’s Valentine’s Day, but because that is the one year anniversary of Date By Numbers, and I’ve got some big ideas for the future that I’d like to toast to.
So, pardon the posts of “Oh my god! 5 miles in 50 minutes!” and the subsequent posts of “I NEED A GOD DAMNED DRINK,” but I think it’s time to investigate my self a bit further.