Happy New Year! How was your 2018? Here are some numbers from my year.
800+: running miles logged
86,000+: running elevation logged (in feet)
2: times the family went bowling together
3: days spent with hundreds of women I've never met before at Big Birdcamp (weekend gathering hosted by women's running brand Oiselle)
365: days I didn't drink alcohol
30: books I read this year written by women
0: books I read this year written by men
17: times I "climbed the Rattlesnake" (ran up the local mountain)
4: number of years as of 2018 that I've co-directed the annual Turkey Trot race
1: place in work pie contest earned by my Classic Banoffee Pie
1: place in Guilford Fair Produce category earned by my 3 garden zucchini
3: number of times I volunteered at the Brattleboro Museum & Art Center
50: number of kilometres I ran in April in my first official race at this distance
7+: number of hours the 50k took
600+: miles I drove with my mother & daughter on a round-trip to my hometown for a party
853: dollars earned by my son selling popcorn as Cub Scout fundraiser
850: number of popcorn fundraiser dollars required to earn the "Escape Room Game" prize
The 30th book I read this year, finished today on New Year's Eve, was Harry Potter & the Prisoner of Azkeban, written by JK Rowling and illustrated by Jim Kay |
My (homemade) punch-card for climbs up Mt. Wantastiquet, with 17 punches |
Prize winning squash! |
Prize winning pie!
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Climbing course at Big Birdcamp—I climbed both the structure on the left and the pole thing on the right. |
Lauren Fleshman, one of my personal heroes, singing about smashing the patriarchy and a few other things, also at Big Birdcamp. |
So those are some things that happened in 2018. But rather than taking credit for them, I prefer to think that I'm here to appreciate them. Do you know that Frog & Toad story called "The Garden"? Frog gives Toad some seeds to grow, and Toad plants them. But when he checks back, they haven't grown. Each day he tries something to help them grow. He yells at them. He sits with them all night by candlelight. He plays them music. He sings. He reads them poetry. Finally, the seeds sprout. And Toad is worn out with all the work he had to do to get them to grow. I feel this way about life: how much success is related to our efforts, and how much is due to just... being planted?
I also had some seeds that did not grow this year.
I never updated my résumé.
I didn't pay down my credit cards as much as I wanted.
I failed to get the local running club together to talk about finances, though I've laid the groundwork to do that in 2019.
Despite vaguely earnest (or earnestly vague) intentions otherwise, I attended only ONE yoga class, and it was 364 days ago, on January 1, 2018.
I did not start publishing a series of "5-sentence stories" on my blog (here!)
How about you? What are you favorite numbers from 2018? Did your garden take a lot of effort? Did you plant seeds that didn't grow?
1 comment:
Love your doing this by numbers. A really interesting reminder for the year. Also, congrats are in order up and down the list. :-) W.
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