Over the river and through the woods pretty much describes the past couple of weeks of my life. Jenny and I drove to Myrtle Beach to spend Christmas with her family, I drove up to Vienna, VA to visit my son and his family, and Terry and the twins drove to Chicago to celebrate my father's 80th birthday.
I ran some. Didn't run some. Walked a little. Rested a little. Mostly, I just enjoyed the time with friends and family.
Being a runner, or being a recreational athlete, means - at this point of my life - finding the balance between obsession and sloth. For me, that's not an easy balance to find. One the one hand, I spent 40 plus years overindulging in everything I did that was unhealthy. On the other hand, I spend nearly 10 years overindulging in something that was supposed to be healthy.
It's the tendency to think that if 3 of something is good then 10 must be better. That's not always true.
So, my goal for 2007 - it's not a resolution - is to run a little bit more, eat a little bit less, and to find a way to sneak up on being 60 years old in two years.