I just reread my 2017 year in review and goals for 2018 posts and had to chuckle. As usual, this year didn’t turn out nearly the way I had planned. As I said in my last post, I’m not going to go through goal by goal and decide if I succeeded or failed, or half-assed that particular thing. It’s not even worth it. 

I was thinking about future 2019 goals during my run this morning. I don’t think I’m going to set any that are too specific. Don’t get me wrong – I have my list of 40 things (see post) that I’m hopefully going to accomplish. On top of that, I got my dumb ass involved in a pull up contest. Somehow, I’m going to do 40 pull ups, in a row, unbroken, by my 40th birthday. Or try, anyway. But I’m not going to say how many miles I’m going to run, or how many days I’m going to ride my bike to work… 

I will end up accomplishing my running miles goal for 2018. I have about 5 miles to go and 8 days to do them. That should not be a problem. Thing is, I didn’t really like having that goal. By December, all I wanted was to take time off from running and let my body (and mind) relax. I wanted to ride my bike (even if it is on the trainer) and I wanted to go climbing. I didn’t want the pressure of seeing that stupid number on Strava and thinking I may not make it, which in turn would piss me off.  I even went so far as to lower my goal by 50 miles, only to realize I was going to get the original total without trying too hard. 

My biking miles goal has been laughable this year. I quit looking at it, not to mention trying to accomplish it, months ago. I don’t want that for next year. I have too many other things I want to do. That whole list, like I said. If I accomplish the things on that list, I will accomplish plenty of milestones without having to call them out individually. 

So. Few actual goals for next year. Just a list of experiences. I bet by next December, I’ll be sick and tired of not having any goals.