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What resolve!

I made the deadline. My own internal, meaningless deadline.

To make sure I was serious about my New Year’s resolutions, I vowed to write them out by the end of the first week of January. First, it was Dec. 31. But laziness impeded that. Then, it was Jan. 1, then the end of the weekend and finally, the end of the first week.

Writing them out and posting them, holds me accountable. It also helps provide a reference because, unfortunately, my resolutions don’t read like deep life-changing goals. More like a To-Do list or some weekend errands.

REvisiting 2010

I roundly failed at each and every one of my resolutions from last year. Which means? I’m trying them again. To recap: I resolve to read 30 new books, run 500 miles, eat kosher (for more than one day in a row), do a pull-up. It won’t be easy. I’ve already started off on a bad foot/ankle. Haven’t run more than a couple yards to beat the bathroom crowd at HP7Pt1 in mid-November. Even that was ill-advised. But things are looking up. I’ve started PT and hope to be back to the back-of-the-pack by February.

But for everything else, I’m looking good. I have a shiny, new Kindle for the reading. I’m cutting down on cheese, which will undoubtedly, help me in my attempts to have a few back-to-back-to-back kosher meals. I’m focusing more on upper-body strength (thanks to a weak ankle) so I’ll be able to conquer that elusive pull-up, my own personal Windmill.

My Before-30 List

The crux of this blog. I need to get cracking on the list of things I wanted to do. I, sadly, can’t run The LA Marathon this year, but maybe once I’m all healed I’ll be able to run a marathon in Los Angeles. Lame. This is what I absolutely will do this year: watch AFI’s 100 best movies, find my red lipstick, play the accordion, ride a horse, visit two world wonders, continue my Arabic studies, shoot a gun, go rock-climbing, run in Central Park and see a Broadway play on Broadway, win at chess, take a dance class, take a martial arts class, take a cooking lesson, relax at a spa… ahhh!

And there’s still more…

Year of the Great Purge

In terms of resolutions, this one will truly require my constant attention. I am up-chucking everything!! Clothes I haven’t worn in the last year. Jewelry that I haven’t sported since I was a freshman at UCLA, which is really not that long ago ;). Shoes that don’t fit or don’t get rocked! Shit in storage that’s been sitting in storage FOR-EV-ER. I’m also going to tame that impulse I have to buy meaningless knick-knacks and tchotchkies. Get stripped down to the basics.

Once upon a time, I lived “comfortably” with two other roommates in a cell dorm known as Rieber Hall. I only had some storage under my bed and a small-ass armoire to put my shit in, on and around. “Comfortable” may be too strong. The point is, I managed. How’s it possible that my larger bedroom with a closet, a nine-drawer dresser, a four-drawer dresser, a bookshelf and a jewelry stand is not enough?! My place always looks like a disaster zone and attempts to organize it are full-day affairs! That’s ridiculous! RI-DIC-U-LOUS!!

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Pull up your big girl panties

New goal, folks. PULL-UPS!!

I know what you’re thinking, “…but you’re so strong. You kick my ass in spin class and you’ve run like a thousand races, including a few marathons… how can this be?”

That’s exactly what you were thinking, right? Well, it’s true. I am pretty awesome, but for some reason never developed the ability to lift my body weight in one fluid, unassisted motion. I’ve given myself 5½ months to accomplish this.

This has been weighing on me from a very early age. My upper body strength has always been underdeveloped. I remember being in the playground and not being able to make it all the way across the monkey bars. Still, to this day, the one time I made it remains ONE OF THE BEST days of my life!! I even remember the park where it all went down. Knapp Ranch Park, baby!

If anyone out there is interested in doing this with me, we begin with…

SEATED ROWS

My boot camp instructor told me to start by lifting “… 60, 75 or even 80 pounds.”

“Ha!” I scoff. “For like one or two reps then, right?”

“No, 8 to 12. You can do that,” he shoots back and adds, “you want to get this done this year, right?”

So there you have it. Next trip to the gym, 60lbs… 8 reps… 2 sets…

Let’s see how that treats me.

PHOTOS: Lift, lower and repeat (top); gym rat concentrates with eyes wide shut as he rows a measly four plates (bottom).