I’m not going to do a year in review type post because honestly, I didn’t really have a very exciting year. Aside from running some great races, to include the Disney World Marathon, which still amazes me to this day, and baking some things and worrying about every single detail of my incredibly boring existence, nothing I did this year is worthy of a tribute post. The fact is, 2011 wasn’t that great of a year. Sure, having Craig gone for most of the year might have something to do with it, but it really was a combination of many factors, most of which can be attributed to the fact that I worry too much about things I cannot control. I don’t call myself The Neurotic Housewife for no reason, you know.
I ate too much. I drank too much soda and coffee. I shopped too much. I worried too much. I let my desire for neatness and order over ride my desire to have fun and enjoy life. Of course, those things weren’t new in 2011, I’ve done those things for most of my life, it just seemed more pronounced this year.
Physically, however, 2011 was one of my best years. I ran further and faster than I ever could have imagined. BodyPUMP helped reshape my muscles and I truly am in the best shape of my life. The cellulite on my thighs may beg to differ, but endurance and strength wise, I’m in really good shape. I also stayed pretty healthy this year and only had to consult WebMD once to self diagnose whatever incurable, debilitating disease WebMD is inclined to lead you to when you type in your laundry list of symptoms. The good news is that, as far as I know, I am not plagued with a debilitating or incurable disease.
Aside from my fitness accomplishments, 2011 was so very hard in most other ways. I suppose it’s natural to have a hard year when your husband is gone or deployed for all but four weeks of an entire year, but I’m not sure Craig’s absence had that much to do with how difficult 2011 was for me. I don’t delve into too many personal details on this blog because I really hate (like, REALLY HATE) talking about feelings, but there was more than one occasion this year when I thought I could possibly lose my marbles. Thankfully, I did not lose my marbles. I credit time at the gym and time with friends for keeping me sane. So, thanks, Gold’s Gym. Also, thanks Karen, Laura, Mandy, Cris and Debbie. Thanks for allowing me the time to sweat and laugh and gossip and complain and forget about being boring, uptight Alison for just a little while.
I’m not one to set goals or make a long list of New Year’s resolutions, mostly because I’ve never once in my life kept a single resolution I’ve made. Despite my lack of motivation on the resolution front, I suppose instead I can just hope with all my might that 2012 will be a better year. I hope to continue to get stronger and to improve my race times. I hope to learn to relax and possibly, potentially, probably, maybe enjoy my life. It’s not a perfect life, that’s for sure. It’s messy and boring and filled with temper tantrums and pity parties. Despite the ugly parts, underneath the mire, it’s still a good life. I should take the time to remember that, shouldn’t I? I’m not charming or beautiful or graceful or very well put together. I cannot attractively apply eye shadow, my hair is hit or miss (mostly miss!), even though my intentions are honorable, my floors are always dirty and despite the fact that I maintain a blog, my writing skills leave a lot to be desired. In sum: I’m a mess. But, that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t enjoy what I have, right?
So, here’s to a bright and shiny 2012. A year filled with hope and fun and sweat and gossip time. Oh, and lots and lots of chips and salsa.