Overshooting the runway

These pills. This new year. This motivation to dump out the garbage and waste from a lifetime of dumb choices.

I found a knitting project I had started *who knows when* and finished it in 2 days. Where the fuck is all this energy hiding when I'm sick?

I say "overshooting the runway" because it reminds me of a story my colleague told about flying a plane that was so powerful it was hard to slow down in time for the landing. I feel like my brain is on turbo and the rest of me is trying to keep up. I did a 9 minute workout at home the other day because it was too dark and cold to hike. But a minute after my 9 minute workout I was out the door bounding toward the park like a dog whose owners left the gate open.

I missed one pill this week and, maybe coincidentally, was tired and unmotivated to exercise. And I still walked to and from work. Twice. I like this new baseline, and I hope it helps me get to my goal of being in better shape when April comes around. By summer I want to look and feel like I did when I turned 40, which is something I never thought I'd say.