Damn, I had good intentions for 2019, then as the saying goes "Man plans, and God laughs." At first, when I starting writing this, I felt like a complete failure looking back at these goals.
I was so fed up I gave up on writing for a bit and decided to go down to the basement to get my training in. Shortly into my lifting, I realized I was in fact training pain-free. Now I wasn't doing the movements I really wanted to be doing, but pain-free is pain-free.
So then I decided I really needed to evaluate how I did instead of having a pity party. This one stings a little, the 8-minute mile. To my recollection, I only timed myself once around late spring or so and ran an 8:03. I can remember looking down at the watch and thinking "Damn, that was close!" Not quite reaching my established goal, but pretty good nonetheless.
Last was getting my bodyweight under 200 lbs. This didn't happen either. That said, in the interest of not beating myself up too much, I checked my body weight for this time last year. I was 215 and this morning I was 211. Not the number I was looking for, but headed in the right direction.
I'm so glad I went down to train before finishing this up. The first version I erased was very negative. I had enough stress this year with my father's hospitalization and having to take my mother in for a while. I'm grateful I was able to help, but being the only family a lot was heaped on me and Jess.
In addition, I had my injuries to contend with. Presently a good portion of my feet are both numb from pinched nerves in my back, but there has been improvement. And I'm very grateful I'm not in the throbbing pain that I was originally in.
In closing, I think I'll keep those 2019 goals going for 2020. It's my hope that my body heals up so I can run again, but if I can't, I'll still have the two other targets to stay after.
I hope you all hit your goals in 2019, but if you didn't, at least look at them constructively. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all.