Be It (Un)Resolved
A week ago I had every intention of sitting down to write a recap of the year and share a bunch of promises I have little intention of keeping. As I sharpened my gold pencil crayon and prepared for an afternoon of self-loathing, my friend Alex from the UK sent me a picture of Chris Froome with his cat, and everything ground to a screeching halt. You see, the thing about resolutions is that they force you to try to be a better, or different person, and just make you feel shitty about who you are. Why on earth would I spend my valuable time doing that, rather than doing something way more fun, like scouring the internet to find a picture of this Bond villian in a similar pose, with the identical cat. Hilarious!
So let’s forget about silly resolutions this year. Instead of setting lofty goals to lose a dress size and increase our VO2 max, let’s go into 2015 as our weirdly awesome selves, and just see what happens. Who knows, maybe we’ll lose a dress size in the process without even trying. The possibilities are endless.
Happy New Year everyone!
How interesting, that was my New Year’s resolution, lose a dress size and increase my VO2 max.
I did buy a Garmin HRM just to shame myself . It should be back off the bike by February.
DONE. Thx.
Given your success with the Canadian Cyclocross National Championships in 2014, would you please resolve to come south and help with the U.S. National Championships in 2015? We obviously need some help. (And Gianni’s dog should resolve to lose the toup.)
We had to offer resolutions we’ve made or wanted to make as an ice breaker at a recent meeting I attending. I couldn’t come up with any. I guess that means I’m cruising along at a nice tempo and doin’ alright.
I guess I tend to just do rather than say I’ll do. But…I do need to finish this pesky doctoral dissertation this year. I guess I just made a resolution.