I’m wearing a ridiculous headband with shiny silver stars that say ‘Happy New Year.’ Completely content. This is how I ushered in the new year, a glass of champagne in-hand, surrounded by my family and good friends, toasting to a not-so-bad year-gone-by and welcoming 2014.
Considering some epically bad years before this last one, 2013 was full of pleasant surprises. We stayed more or less healthy (give or take a broken bone) and more or less happy.
Also, as I reflect upon my birthday post of last year (yes, today is my birthday…and I turn 40; but I’ll come back to this momentarily) I realize I reached every one of my 2013 goals (well…more or less.)
Of these, the first one had the biggest impact. I absolutely surrounded myself by positive role models and as a result I challenged myself physically and mentally like never before. I completed a Warrior Dash AND a Tough Mudder, plus I took a running clinic and entered a few 5Ks, the most recent being the New Year’s Eve Resolution Run. These accomplishments surprised me the most and, so, meant the most. At forty, I can honestly say have no regrets. Sure I have friends that, at 40, may be more successful, have a bigger house, take fancier vacations, drive newer vehicles, have fatter investment portfolios, but we all choose our path. While I may play the ‘What if…’ game once in a while, ultimately, life is good.
So as I stare down the road that will be 2014, full of highs, lows, twists and turns that have yet to materialize; and as I celebrate this milestone birthday, the big four-oh, I look back at what I accomplished at 39 and I know that I need to forge ahead. I need to continue to set goals (I refuse to call them “new years’ resolutions” because that just adds too much pressure) that are exciting and scary, ones that will challenge me in new, difficult and stomach-churning ways.
It’s clear that 2013 has shifted something inside me because when have I EVER planned vacation time around running and obstacle course races?? And this year, among other things, I want to complete a 10K run.
Seriously. It’s like I don’t even recognize myself.