2018, The Year of Good

Happy New Year!! I wish I could say that 2018 started with a bang but really it started with a whimper.

Friday morning (the 29th), I got on the trainer for my long ride and noticed that I had a little frog in my throat. By lunch time I was beginning to cough, and by 5 ‘o clock that evening I was running a low grade fever.

Rut ro.

Knowing that Texas is ground zero for the flu this year, first thing Saturday morning I hauled my sick self to urgent care. When I got there, a nice lady shoved a q-tip up my nose and, sure enough, 15 minutes later I was diagnosed with the flu.

I spent the next two days in quarantine in our master bedroom, occasionally chatting with the kids who would peek through the doorway and binge watching MythBusters.

On New Year’s Eve, around 5 p.m., I bid farewell to 2017 when I took a dose of Nyquil and promptly passed out. I even slept through the barrage of fireworks that inevitably happen at midnight.

My fever broke at some point that evening and I’ve been recovering slowly ever since. The epic cough, runny nose, sneezes, and horrible sinus headache are all gone. But I am VERY weak. As I write this, Monday afternoon, I’m out of the bed for the first time in three days and even just sitting here at my desk is making me dizzy. But it was either this or watching Paw Patrol….

…because guess what? Despite the quarantine, both of the kids are also sick, they’re in my bed, and they’ve hijacked the TV.

Needless to say, I’ve had a lot of time to think the last couple of days about what 2018 has in store for me and what kind of year I want it to be.

Every year I set a goal for the year. Something to challenge me that I can focus on all year. This little tradition started in 2015 when I vowed to record every workout (including rest days) that I did that year. It was a great goal, writing down all those rest days completely changed my attitude toward exercise.

In 2016, it was spending all year building upper body strength so I could do a pull up. I have NO upper body so this was a serious challenge.

In 2017, it was those dadgum handstands – which for the record was significantly more difficult than the pull up.

But up until New Year’s Day morning I had no idea what the goal for 2018 was going to be. I toyed around with the idea of a back flip or learning to play the piano but with Ironman Texas this spring most of my free time will be spoken for, and it’s not going to leave much time for anything else. Whatever the 2018 goal is, it can’t be time consuming.

I tend to be a somewhat grumpy person. My husband nicknamed me “Crabby Crab” almost as soon as he met me. This may (or may not, as the case may be) come as a surprise to people who know me personally – I guess it depends on how well you know me. Most of the time I’m in a great mood but when life happens, which it inevitably does, I get nudged toward grumpy pretty easily.

I don’t like this part of me, I do my best to hide it and I try every day to change it. But it’s hard and I struggle with it daily. It’s part of the reason I love running so much. Running always helps me reset my mood.

I’ve always thought that some kind of gratitude log could benefit me but I’ve never had the discipline to follow though. This year seems like the perfect time to start.

2018 will be the Year of Good. My 2018 goal is to write down something good that happened every day. No matter how bad a day is, there is good in it, and my goal this year is to find it.

And I’m starting right now.

When he was outside taking down Christmas decorations, Jason mentioned off hand to the neighbors that I was sick. A few hours later, completely unprompted, they showed up on the front porch with a piping hot casserole and a cheesecake.

That simple act of generosity was the single nicest thing anyone has done for us in years. As I sat in bed eating homemade Chicken Spaghetti I couldn’t help but think that 2018 was getting off to a pretty good start.

What about you? Do you have a New Year’s resolution?

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