Often, as January rushes in, stark and questioning, like cold air through an open window, I ask myself if I’m doing the right thing, making the right plan, to achieve the right goals. I think I need to have it all neatly figured out on day one, just because December feels like a punctuation mark.
Luckily, I’m getting forced out of this trope this year by circumstances I wasn’t expecting, but am delighted to find myself knee deep in. At the time of writing, as Christmas looms and not a single present has been bought let alone wrapped, I’m also making a list (and checking it twice) of what’s going to go into a suitcase that has to stand me in good stead for three races and three different countries,…
