On January 4th, I published my ambitious new year’s resolutions. While I have made strides on most of these aims, the first five months of this year brought its share of setbacks and some lowered expectations.
About 30 hours before 2018 began, I hastily typed my resolutions into the Notes app on my phone after scrolling through search results on Instagram and Pinterest.
(For the record, I don’t usually elicit life advice from social media, but when the going gets tough, the tough turn to fake news and cat videos.)
Making resolutions is a tradition I cherish greatly, and perhaps a bit too greatly. This year, I made no fewer than eight resolutions, each successively more difficult than the last.
- Use no plastic shopping bags
- Cook a meal from each continent
- Memorize five of your favorite poems
- Meet 50 new people
- Read 50 books
- Invest $2500
- Qualify for the Boston Marathon (BMQ) and Run 2018 Kilometers
- Scoring a 520 on the MCAT
In years past, setting aside time every week to train for a race was seamless. Running was just another part of my daily schedule. In taking organic chemistry this past fall, my focus shifted more fully to my dream of becoming a physician and conducting epidemiological research.
I did well in the marathon, half-marathon, and 5K races I finished that fall, but come winter I would make it out on the roads no more than twice a week. I yearned for spring and its promise of warm weather that wouldn’t require putting on three or four layers of clothing to run for 20 minutes.