It was the best way to start the new year.
One of the members of the run club, on Monday, invited everyone to begin 2014 with a run. A resolution run. There were no frills, no set distance, no guidelines. We were to show up at the running store at 10:30 and head off with friends, new and old. But, if we were struggling for conversation along the way, we should talk about our goals.
Running goals for 2014.
I started off with Dave, whom I've run into from time to time but don't know really well. We made chit chat and when I didn't know what to say, strange for me, I asked him about goals. He answered. And then, being the nice guy he is, he politely asked me mine.
I stumbled over something and went back to chatting about him - his daughters, work, how sad we were that a downtown coffee shop had slowed. A mile or so in, he fell back a bit and I ran with my buddy Joe. Running with him semi-regularly, I didn't need to come up with a big goal to share. I didn't need to do anything but one foot in front of the other.
After I was finished with the run, I met Mark and Miles at Pizza Hut for lunch. We chowed down on salad and pizza, and once again I was asked about plans for 2014. This time by Mark. (Miles only asked me for more noodles.)
Again, the birds chirped and words were hard to find.
One of the things I've struggled with, if you can say that, as I looked toward and then celebrated the new year is that there is no goal on my mind. I am not itching to PR or complete a new distance. I am not running another marathon. After traveling for three half marathons and Hood to Coast last year, I don't plan to take many racecations in 2014. Outside of running, I don't plan to lose weight. I am not going to try a new diet. I don't want to overhaul my life.
In fact, I think I just want to be. Just be. Me. I want to live my life, a life that includes running, and see where it takes me.