Tomorrow is the big day. The day I've chosen to start running, and not stop, until this day next year. Since my decision, about two weeks ago during my half-marathon, I've been running a bit of a countdown in my head. Really it's energized me to think that soon I won't have any more excuses or reasons to be lazy for an entire evening (but really I'll be lazy for most of it and go run for a few miles as well!)
I've been working on motivating myself, re-talking myself into this plan, and getting psyched that it is starting tomorrow. It's also made me think about the future. Where I will be in one year. It is cliche to say time flies by, but it does. A year ago this week I was here. I was on a trip to try to convince someone, anyone, to give me a job. I was in a dark place. Sometimes that does seem like a long time ago but really the journey between then and now has been very short. In just one year I will be here again saying how just a year ago I started running for 365 days.
What will be different in a year? Will we still live in DC? Will we be closer to starting a family? Will I have a different job? The only thing I can know for sure is that I'll be one year older.