I don’t usually make a big fuss over the new year. I hate January. It’s 31 days of cold and dark. Celebrating January is akin to little kids who get excited for the first day of school: the novelty wears off much faster than you anticipate.
I’m also not big on New Year’s resolutions. (I’m just fine the way I am.) It never fails that every time I resolve to do something (whether it be New Year’s or not), God gets out his irony stick and starts a-swingin’. Except this past Christmas I weighed myself, something I haven’t done in a long time. To my surprise (not really), I was six pounds overweight. (Those of you who know me probably don’t think I’m overweight. The bulk of you have never seen me shirtless, so your ignorance is my bliss.) So I made a resolution to lose some weight in 2009. Which meant I indulged the last week of December.
But come January 1, I said to myself, I’m running three times a week. And not eating junk food. Or fast food. Or sweet, nourishing, delicious Pepsi. And absolutely NO candy.
I woke up this morning (late, of course) and went running. I’m not an avid runner, but in 2008 I ran two 10K races, so I know I’m capable of doing it. Once cold weather hits, however, I shun the outdoors and dream of spring. But I decided to summon some testicular fortitude and run my old 3 mile route in the snow.
Whether it be my out-of-shape-ness or my extra girth (or both), I found myself taking a short cut halfway through the run. (I’ll blame my bad knee.) 2009 is off to a good start.
As some of you may know, I am eagerly awaiting the return of my girlfriend from her mission in Argentina. (She’ll be back in a few months.) I was surprised, upon coming home from my “run,” that my GF’s mission president’s daughter called to tell me she had a package for me from her. Forty-five minutes later, I had the package in my possession, very grateful that this complete stranger to me had traveled to Argentina to visit her father and was friends enough with my GF to cart a package for me in her luggage.
I open the cardboard box–it wasn’t even taped up! And what did she send me? Argentinian candy. And lots of it.
Good eye, God.
3 Comments
January 1, 2009 at 10:03 pm
Yay! Thanks for the shout out. It made me very excited that a complete stranger to me (but who I have seen a grand multitude of pictures of, thanks to aforementioned girlfriend) would write a blog about me.
Yes, I pretend people write blogs about me despite my actual name not even being mentioned.
The end.
January 2, 2009 at 11:49 am
This is exactly the sort of post I was hoping would come from the new blog. A dose of Scott every day is good for me.
January 3, 2009 at 11:51 am
Ha, ha, ha! That’s awesome.
P.S. I’m super excited about this new blog. I love your writing style.