The first day of the year feels like any other weekend morning, except on a Thursday. Mason and I get up twenty minutes apart and each go running separately before the sun comes up. We take turns showering and using the stove to cook breakfast. Each time our paths cross we exchange kisses, hugs, and those awesome jokes about having not done this or that all year.
By 8:30 we’ve made it through our morning routines at a lazy, nowhere to be speed. He adds in writing an email and I spend longer than usual with a couple new books. We layer up and make our way to the still empty street. Continue reading →
Over the last few years, I’ve lost a majority of my year-end traditions. Most of that is because I don’t like crowds, hanging out with drunk people, or staying up past 10 PM. The rest of it is because I know that nothing actually changes when the calendar turns over. The first of the year is no more of a new beginning than any other day. I don’t see what the big deal is. Except, of course, all the cheesy jokes we get to make (“I haven’t showered since last year!”).
But I am a huge fan of data. And “by year” is a great way to organize it. So on the last day of the year I tend to look back and see what I can learn from the last twelve months. This year, I’m especially struck by my exercise log. Continue reading →