I've been running. Going for long runs in the cold of the early morning. Running to the gym. Running to the grocery store. And running at work, when I literally don't have 30 seconds to waste. Because time is so precious and there is just so little of it, because I have two legs, because walking seems like a cop-out. So I run.
Mentally, I'm running. I'm running from one thing to the next. One person, place, event, and idea to the next.
It's not a marathon. It's not a sprint. It's a marathon at a sprint pace. Every day.
So what happens when I stop?
I make tea. I read. I watch silly things like The Mindy Project and I make silly things like an ugly Christmas sweater.
I fall asleep. I sit down on my couch at the end of the day and, regardless of what time it is and whether I'm still fully dressed, I fall asleep. I also fall asleep on my friends' couches. I hope it's endearing because it happens often.
I get really fussy about the fact that there's no food in the fridge. I go buy so many groceries that my neighbor looks at my loot and says, "Two Whole Foods bags! You must have taken out a mortgage!" And then I make a spicy Thai green curry.
I think about January. And 2013. About the exceptional promise of a new year. And all that we can do to make January an exceptional beginning.
And, of course, I go out for long runs in the cold of the early morning.