New Year’s Eve pretty much signals the end of the holiday season, just like those firecrackers I keep hearing out of the corner of my ear tell me that 2015 is drawing to a close.
The Christmas songs are now gone, replaced by the usual tunes.
If your Christmas tree is real, by now there are prickly needles all over the house and soon you have the unenviable task of disrobing it and tucking all the ornaments away for next year. Also, you’ll be scrambling up and down on the ladder while your frozen fingers unhook all those holiday lights that you insisted on stringing up when the temps were in the 60s.
Cedar and pine boughs which were once festive and fragrant smelling are now dry and withered. Nearly a week of gusty winds have scattered the bedraggled-looking bows, which formerly pinned garlands along fences, and, now they are littering the sidewalks and streets.
But, despite those wicked winds and all that freezing rain earlier this week, this morning I noted that the life-sized, seemingly anatomically-correct, cement statues on Emmons Boulevard still have their jaunty Santa caps in place. That’s a good thing because experts say that the first place you lose body heat is your head and it’s a sure bet those flimsy cement undergarments aren’t helping those two guys to stay warm. You might remember I first wrote about these statues way back on a stifling hot day in June, when their scanty clothing, or, near lack thereof, was more appropriate:
Even though Christmas still reigns up and down Emmons Boulevard, one home already has its Valentine’s Day paraphernalia festooning the front door with red “clingy” heart decals and hearts aplenty on a huge flag.
There were very few people out this morning – they were probably sleeping in in advance of tonight’s festivities. In fact, only a handful of cars quietly passed me, and the only honking I heard was the unmistakable call of a Canada Goose as I neared the border of Wyandotte and Lincoln Park. He was huge as he glided right over me and soon thereafter made a splash landing into the Creek. Once I got to the footbridge, I looked over and he was the only goose swimming in the murky water, so he needn’t have announced his arrival with such gusto.
It was a very cold journey today and tiny icy pellets were stinging my face by the time I got home – it was a far cry from the mild temps we enjoyed just a week ago. I finished up four miles and scurried into the house to warm up.
The party’s over … for me anyway. As for others, technically not ‘til the wee hours of Friday morn. But for me, who strived to stride until that last day in 2015, I have unlaced my well-worn walking shoes the last time this year.
But wait … before I go, I must share my stats for 2015 with you first.
These feet indeed have a feat to talk about, since they have travelled some 718 miles in 2015. Admittedly, they do look a little worse for the wear, having trod over sidewalks and streets, grassy banks and leaf-covered alcoves, asphalt paths, and up and down the aisles of Meijer grocery store as well. So, instead of primping for a party tonight, and painting my toenails in a trending fuchsia tone then slipping into strappy sandals, I was ready to soak my feet and prop them up on a footstool instead.
When the year began, my primary goal for 2015 was to beat my miles walked last year (565). I got a slow start due to the Wintry weather and then progress was halted by that super snowfall on Super Bowl Sunday – that about killed any walking for the next month. Besides my ultimate goal, on January 1st I set a series of mini goals to be accomplished by each holiday. But Easter, then Memorial Day passed and I was sorely behind. I finally got to 200 miles on July 2nd, but once again I fell short of my intended goal of 250 miles by 4th of July weekend. Amazingly, it took me the first half of the year to even walk 200 miles, but the second half I walked 500 plus miles! I salute El Nino for helping me out in that regard.
Of course, once again for the fourth year in a row, I’ve beaten the amount of miles I drove in my car, which this year was 347.
Tomorrow, I’ll start a new walking log and begin anew, and I’ll talk about it once again, and maybe even top this year’s 177 blog posts.
Before I began writing this post, I looked back at my New Year’s resolutions for 2015:
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I resolve this year to walk more, worry less and to write more and whine less. Whether or not those resolutions get accomplished during the course of the upcoming year is yet to be determined, but they sound good on paper anyway.
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Whew – that’s a lot of walkin’ and talkin’, eh? Not bad for an old gal about to enter her 60th year.
“You are never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream.” ~ C.S. Lewis