December 28, 2012 § Leave a comment
Compared to the sheer raucousness of 2010 or the professional slackery of 2011, 2012 was all in all a pretty subdued year.
Big transition with the new job – which is big on organizational accountability but small on professional visibility, something I had a bit of trouble getting used to. At 37 years old, I feel like I should be doing everything possible to elevate my profile and it’s kind of hard to do that when 95% of your time is spent on two massive client implementations, but that’s just the way things are right now.
2012 wasn’t without its moments though. From truckloads of Jameson shots on Stone Street during my time in NY, to a beer-fueled afternoon at Belmont Park, to firing my lowest round ever at Cog Hill there was much merriment to be had. People I’d previously only talked to on Twitter or who lived 4000 miles away until 5 months ago became among my dearest friends.
One big problem with 2012: I let being busy and being stressed ruin a lot of things. I found that for most of the year the only exercise I got was walking to the train or client visits. I drank a LOT (well, that’s not too surprising) and slept a lot too. Plenty of nights this late summer/ fall I came home so frustrated and fed up that I would eat dinner and be upstairs by 8, only to wake up at 4am only to dread getting out of bed for the next couple hours. That’s not normal, and that’s something I had to stop doing. So I did.
There’s definitely plenty of other areas for improvement this coming year, and this is my attempt to hold myself accountable for them:
First and foremost – get back into some semblance of shape. During my time in NY, I did a really good job of work/life/party balance. It probably helped immensely that I wasn’t coming home to a fridge full of food, and a great dinner, so my typical routine was get back to my apartment, throw on my running shoes and knock out 3 miles before going home to shower and either walk to Whole Foods to pick up something for dinner or chow down on bar food and beer, which might have negated the whole run but oh well. I was knocking out 15 miles a week like it was nothing. I even banged out a 7:30 mile on a gorgeous March evening, which is like 3 minutes faster than my normal sluggish pace. When my NY stint was up, I pretty much stopped all that, Between March and October I maybe ran 15 miles TOTAL. I ran one 5k race with a terrible head cold and was so disgusted by the whole thing that my shoes ended up buried in dust bunnies. I ran a 5K on Thanksgiving and may as well have eaten dinner before I did so, because it was just that pathetic.
So I need to get back to it. I’m not really a good gym person especially in winter because I hate crowds and hate driving there, so the only alternative is to just get off my duff at home and get active again. Whether that means getting up an hour earlier or not succumbing to the evening Twitter-and teeVee trap I so often fall for, I’m not sure. But it’s just going to have to happen, and I full intend on running and finishing the Shamrock Shuffle in Spring. I need to eat less too. I don’t necessarily eat poorly, I just eat too damned much.
Second, there’s golf. I play a LOT of golf. I watch a lot of golf. I think about golf al the time and use tons of golf analogies in my everyday existence. I probably spent twice as much time between Labor Day and Thanksgiving on the golf course than I did watching football every weekend. When people hear how much I play and how much I enjoy playing, they assume I’m good – and that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m pretty bad. I bought a really nice set of Mizuno irons for myself in April as sort of a “congrats on the new job” present. I got fitted, hit every iron completely pure a ton of times in the simulator…and was on top of the world. Turns out the indoor simulator is the golf equivalent of the department store fitting room skinny mirror. It’s a lot different when you get out in the real world. I hit fat shots and hook shots galore all year long (except for that one magical day at Cog Hill in August). I just never felt comfortable standing over the ball because I had no idea where these magical high-priced beauties were gonna hit it. I lost a lot of balls this summer.
So what’s to be done? Well, I’m going to buy another new set of irons. Instead of buying a “player’s blade” designed for a 5-10 handicap so I can look like a big shot I’m going to buy something a little more like the 8 year old Hogan Apex Edges I came over from. I don’t like expensive mistakes, but this past golf season was one of them.
Finally, I’m raising my sock game. Way too much boring black and navy blue in the drawer this year – and when you’re decaffeinated and getting dressed at dark-thirty in December it’s kinda hard to tell the difference. So the only answer? Brighter colors, which for the most part match better than boring darks.
Brighter socks, brighter side of life. In the end, there’s a lot more going for me than going against me. It’s a shame I lost sight of that this year, and it’s time to start remembering that this coming year.
Happy New Year, my friends.