I've made a declaration of New Year.
2016 has not been a great year.
This year I ended up seeking help from a local clinic for a series of hormone related tosh. Massive anxiety attacks, downward spiralling mood in an uncanny inverse relationship to upward spiralling weight. Just as I'd made my first appointment to get some professional help to sort my shit out, I found myself in the back of an ambulance being taken into hospital.
I didn't enjoy the hospital experience. I discovered that morphine and I are not going to have a flourishing relationship. Ever. Smallest possible dose sends my blood pressure gurgling down a plughole. It was a quite weird up and down thing going on as the ambulance men and docs attempted pain management. After scans and much prodding, the small intestine blockage I seemed to have acquired actually went away of its own accord at 2am leaving me in an NHS nightie with the clothes I'd cycled from work in and my phone and a charger and a nil by mouth notice.
I took a week off to get my head together and bang, work crisis of the year No 1 hit the inbox. All hands on deck to get the information gathered to clear the name of a rider who had done nothing wrong. It was emotionally intense, a talented guy who deserved better.
Then we bounced along, tried to go on holiday which didn't entirely go according to plan, coming home a week early only to have the camper van written off on our own street. Four months before the insurance was 100% settled and the van is still in the bodyshop.
Somewhere in the middle of all that, other holidays failed to come off as work ricocheted from the nicely termed pseudo crisis efforts of the gutter press.
So now, I have declared today New Year's Day. 22nd November is the new New Year. Because I don't have to wait until 1st January to make things better. My New Year's resolution to take me through the next 45 days is to try to do something active every day, 20 mins run being the minimum standard. So, Happy 2017, believe it or not, it's already here!