January won

 
Just because Ms. NSQ was poking me, I guess I better just be out with it.  I don't like to admit it, I really don't, but this year, January won. 

There it was, the new year, I was all excited to be recovered from Philly and start training for a true Green Light Comeback (or something).  The bike commute would be back in force.  I'd keep running mileage up and even bring in speedwork.  I might (shocker) even get in the pool.  And, well, I don't have to tell you.  Weather + work + weather + more work... January won.  I ended the month in worse shape than I started. 

I'm not proud.   I am, however, humbled.  Here's one lesson from it all:  good intentions aren't going to get you anywhere, and sometimes it's ok to admit defeat. The reality of when I have to train right now means that I am very weather dependent.  This year, it meant January won.

Last week or so has been better.  The glaciers have receded, meaning I can be on my bike again and run in the dark.  It's getting lighter earlier, and staying lighter later.  But lesson learned:  I'm not making any more bold claims.   It's snowed in March every year I can remember.