I don’t really drink alcohol anymore, only in small amounts and quite rarely. I never really liked alcohol anyway. My body hates it so much and my brain tells me it can be way more productive if I don’t try and poison it. If I drank more, January 1 would possibly feel even more wasted because my body doesn’t tolerate alcohol well and I can get a massive headache even from one glass of red wine. This time, I wasn’t hungover when I woke up at our friends’ place. But ill. Stuffy nose and all that. We woke around 11 am and had a fairly slow morning-noon. We started driving home already when the dusk was creeping around the corners of the houses, which was after 3 pm. The brunch was indeed pleasant, especially thanks to that delicious ice-cream. Yet… I couldn’t help stop myself feeling that the entire day is going to waste. We did go for a run around 4 pm at home but it was super-slippery (whereas it was spring in Tallinn, roads completely snow-free). Like I wrote before, when going for a run from home, I like to do it as early as possible because this way I feel that I still own the day, own its hours.
Maybe January 1 is meant to go to waste. Everyone stays up late, wakes up late, goes to bed tired. Maybe it is a time for reflection and making plans for the new year. On the other hand, January 1 has never been a breaking point for me. I am again studying at university and before that there was school, so I am still quite influenced by the rhythm of school. This means that September means a new beginning for me. And there’s running too. My season ends somewhere around October and then I look back and think of what I want to achieve in the next season. I start training again mid-November, but not very hard.
1. Own and live in a house.
When we got home, I tried to work on my meal plan book. Just a little bit because I didn’t feel so good. I also started a translation I had accepted a bit earlier. I know I said no translations but this one was big enough to bring in a decent amount of money. Basically, the only reason I accepted it. Oh, and the long deadline (which seems shorter and shorter every day).
2. Write AND publish a book.
3. Win a major race.
Slippery and hard training with ill body. Ugh. At least, I moved my ass.