The proverbial party is over, Poodles. It’s the first Monday of 2016. I drank a coffee that was the size of a baby elephant this morning and it barely made a dent. It’s back to work. Back to the grind. Back to real pants. I am happy to report that said pants are neither tight nor busting at the seams, however, my Check Liver light is flashing. That can’t be good. I feel a 3-day juice cleanse in my very near future. Read: As soon as I get to the Fresh Market and buy ALL THE VEGETABLES. Vegetables? Do I eat them neat? Or on the rocks? Gah. Get your shit together, Colby.
I have been off for the past, glorious week. What a much needed, relaxing way to send out 2015. Boy, did I need a break. As is always the case, work ramps up to warp speed in the months leading to the end of the year. It becomes a QUICK! DO EVERY EXPERIMENT! Right NOW! No WAIT…LAST WEEK! Ah the life of a scientist. It’s ALWAYS the case. New deadlines seem to pop out of the cold, tired air every hour. It makes a stressful time of the year even more so. The down time was a welcome respite.
Besides bingeing on Scandal on Netflix, I put in some solid days of running both with and without Drunk Otis, racking up a nice hefty tally of miles on the road and on trails. Squeeeee! As a side note: Does anyone else out there despise Olivia Pope’s mouth as much as I do? It might need it’s own Twitter account. Something about the way she moves her face. Or the fact that she speaks on the exhale? I can’t quite put my finger on it. But it drove me to drink delicious IPAs and eat bowls of hummus for DAYS. Too much Olivia Pope at once. I think I od’d on The Pope. Girlfriend has some sweet coats though. Not for nothing, I’d take that Prada bag off her hands in a heart beat. But back to running…
I received an incredibly thoughtful training journal from my girl, Carly for Christmas. I cracked that bitch open between bowls of hummus and episodes of Scandal last week. It’s AWESOME. It’s the Believe Training Journal by professional runners, Lauren Fleshman and Roisin McGettigan-Dumas. It’s an undated year-long workbook of sorts, geared toward women runners. It’s actually more than that. It’s got photographs, advice inspiration and tips from the pros. It’s inspiriting and motivating all at once. I’m digging it. It’s cute too. I have the red one. And I’ve begun journaling! Old School. Like with ink and paper. I love it. Thanks, Carly!
The Journal is also motivating me to shop around for races this year and set some goals. I’m high on races, but low on goals. I feel like nothing can top 2015s Epic-ness. What’s after a BQ? So, I’m goal shopping. One of which is to run more trail races this year and perhaps, JUST PERHAPS, run another Ultra. Yup. I said it. I skimped on trail running last year. And I missed it. I did do several fantastic races in the spring which I loved and am planning on doing again, but as far as straight up trail runs, I was lacking. After running trails this week, I realized two things:
- I missed it.
- The only way to get better at trail running is to run trails. Period. The End.
I have found that nothing simulates trail running, like trail running. So that’s where you’ll find me. In the dirt. On my ass. On the trails with my giant chocolate mess of a friend, Drunk Otis.
But first, Monday. And another baby elephant sized coffee, please.
What are your goals for 2016? Do you use a traditional old-school journal? Top Netflix binges. GO!