So, how about that 2016?
If you’re on social media, or heck, sitting around kvetching with family or friends, you have probably heard, even declared yourself, that 2016 was the worst. year. ever. Don’t believe me? See here.
Here’s the thing, though. It wasn’t. I mean, it hasn’t been a banner year. Certainly for some people I know, who have endured personal grief, loss or challenging circumstances, it has legitimately been one of the worst. I’m sure there are people out there, maybe even reading right now, whose 2016 was their version of my 2010. I’m not talking about those versions of 2016. Y’all go ahead and give 2016 the trophy for the biggest loser.
I’m talking about this. How our access to information, and groupthink catastrophizing, has led us to this mantra. Yes, many celebrities died. Yes, the election was a clusterfuck. Definitely, the violence, both domestically and abroad, is tragic. But we still have it pretty good. By we, I mean those of you (myself included) with internet access reading from your comfortable First World abode. For the record, I’m in pretty good company with this assertion.
So can we agree, on this last day of 2016, that while the year set the bar relatively low for 2017, it wasn’t a total wash?
Personally, when I look back at my resolutions for 2016, I discover that, beyond completing my triathlon and continuing to eat healthy, I didn’t really make any grand goals. This is a relief as I prefer apathy to failure.
I kid. Well, not really, but my lack of resolution making last year was purposeful. Still, I had a fairly productive year.
- Miles run: 683 (much lower than last year’s 835, but #triathlon)
- Miles biked: 898
- Miles swam: 38 (okay, this number makes me giggle. Really? Remember when I won my OWS AG by 10 minutes. If only running and biking came to me as naturally as swimming. I could be a triathlon SUPERSTAR).
- Races: 2 half marathons, 2 triathlons, 1 15k, 1 5k, and 1 open water swim race.
I feel like that is a decent year, although in retrospect, it doesn’t seem like many races. I would love to do more, but I try to limit the impact of my midlife hobby on my family’s budget and weekend time.
I’m ending the year at the same weight I began (actually maybe a couple pounds lighter. I think. I’ve orbited the same 5-6 pounds since 2011, but I’m currently on the lower end of the range).
In other ways, 2016 had many other achievements, tangible and measurable, and otherwise. I completed my first year running a new program for the senior class, and it went as well as could possibly be expected (which is to say with 91 out of 93 completing it on time, which is statistically successful but not up to my 100% or bust standards). I saw my girlfriends more than in previous years, and considering we have 19 kids between the 6 of us, that’s no easy feat (we even squeezed in a weekend getaway for a 40th birthday celebration. Not mine of course. I’m older than 4 of them. Bitches.). My kids continued to flourish and celebrate their own achievements, and my husband is wrapping up his year-long administrative leadership training program, and considering potential career trajectories.
There was a lot accomplished in 2016, despite the year’s bad rap.
Still, I’m not sad to say goodbye to 2016.