2018 . . . what a sh** show

I usually do a wrap up post for the previous year, but this year I don't feel that there is anything to "wrap up."  I didn't follow through with anything.  My goals for 2018 were to be a better me, this included hiking, yoga, and losing weight.  I also wanted to PR my half and full marathons.  I started making smaller monthly goals that coincided with my overall yearly goals.

And then March 5th happened.  That was the day I lost my Mom.

And everything went to shit.

I quit caring about all my goals, I feel like this year was the year of just getting by.  One step at a time.  I started marathon training, but between visiting my Dad so much, vacations, my uncle dying, my grandfather-in-law dying, training just didn't happen the way it needed to.  I didn't want to limp through another marathon like I did in 2017 so I quit training.

In 2018 I found out that my "knee issue" and my "hip issue" that I had at the end of 2017 was actually arthritis in my left hip.  I was, at first, pretty bummed about that news, but actually feel better knowing what the issue is rather than worrying that it is something worse.

I also started grad school in 2018, and so far have passed all my classes with an A.  And I bought a car.

I ran one 5K in March, which was a last minute decision while we were in Ocean Shores remembering my Mom.  I ran the Tulip Run in April and was 2nd in my age group (but I think there were 3 of us) even though it was my slowest Tulip Run yet.  I walked Bloomsday again with my sister in May.  And we did the Insane Inflatable with my family at the beginning of June.    I hiked 2 times with Damian, once with Maddox, and two times with my sister.

I also ran the Bridge of the Gods half marathon on my Mom's birthday.  This was another spur of the moment race that I wasn't completely ready for (a lot hillier than I knew), but it was a good weekend with my Dad in Oregon.



I was terrible at race recaps this year.  I think all of those links in the previous paragraph are titled something like "The last 3 weeks" or "It's been awhile" and the race recaps are a small portion of a month's worth of things.  I blogged the least amount this last year, and my mileage was down by 200 miles from 2017.

I finished the year with a 61 day run streak, and "only" 766 miles for the year.

When you type out your year in review it looks good on paper.  Yes, I didn't run as much, I didn't PR any races, I did more hiking than I've ever done, I did a run streak (am still doing it), I bought a car (which I still love) and I started grad school  All of that looks amazing, but when one major event happens, it changes the feel of everything.

At the end of 2017 I felt that it was a terrible year, but that was because of only a few months at the end (Chris's stroke).  However, my Mom's death has surpassed that tenfold and apathy really set in this year.  I just don't care.

Oh, and I did not lose any weight. I've been hovering above 155 for awhile now.  In fact, last Friday I was up to 159.  I will say that is likely because we had chinese food, pizza, fast food, and quite a bit of drinking for the holidays.  Not to mention the cheesecake and fudge that I made, plus the cookies I made and received from neighbors.