800 miles in 2014. and other goals.

It’s that time of year! All things blog-esque are buzzing about resolutions, changes, weight loss, organization, blah. I’ve noticed that a lot of them are actually going the anti-resolution route and just renaming making goals or lifestyle updates. I get it. I’m drinking the kool-aid and making a few resolutions of my own. And here they are… Because once they’re in print, I’m accountable (or whatever) and all of my 728,413 followers (ha! Do you believe that? Don’t. It’s not for real) will hold me to my goals.

Goal 1: I will run 800 miles in 2014. That’s from home to the Florida Keys. Maybe I’ll stay once I get there ;)

Goal 2: I will read for pleasure. Internet rubbish doesn’t count. Even though it is all true.

Goal 3: I will be good to my body (that’s the I will lose weight and I will eat better resolution hidden amongst the way I’m supposed to make my goal. You can put lipstick on a pig, and it’s still a pig.)

Goal 4: I will blog because I like it. Tell your friends and keep reading. And tell your friends to tell their friends. It’s like a pyramid scheme. It’ll be fun.

Goal 5: Pick up a new hobby. The husband has signed us up for a ukelele lesson this month. Not sure if that will be the ticket or not. It will be comical though.

Goal 6: Stick to my goals.

What are your goals? You COULD be entered to win a prize. That is, if I had a prize to give away…


hop to it.

I went to hot yoga today (after I picked up some new lulu gear). It was hot. It was yoga. It was exactly as I expected. It was intense. The vinyasas were super fast and the warrior 3s were super long. Again, exactly as I expected. What surprised me tonight though was me. While I typically opt somewhere between the variation and the super-duper yogi version, I always turn into a big chicken (what kind of yoga pose would that be? ,e just standing there?) when it comes time to “hop to the front of your mat”. I usually whimp out and take the “step toward the front of your mat”. I can do it. I’ve done it in my living room many times (usually after I get home from a class and I am mad at myself for not hopping) but when it comes to doing it in class I am scared… Of what? Falling on my face? Kicking the yogi in front of me? The truth is, I don’t really know. But tonight, armed with my new tank (in the cheery and fun color, ‘flash’) I made the hop… And it was fun! I’ll be practicing that next time. I might not be working on my crow or my headstand, but it’s all about my practice anyhow.

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