What dreams are made of

Six weeks in India and I lost about seven kilogram of weight. Fat mostly. And that over Christmas.

Even though that did not happen on purpose, some people say it is amazing and they would be glad, would the same hold for them.

The point now is: What am I going to do with all this luck? Just put the weight right back on in about the same time I lost it? Probably not
the smartest of all ideas.

So, I started a small workout program. That’s completely new to me. This specific program, not working out in general. Let’s not get into all the details of that right away. But let’s say so much: I started running. Regularly. That is, a couple of times a week. Right in the morning.
So I did this morning.

The problem with that: It’s so hard. Not the running itself. But doing it at almost freezing temperatures on a cloudy day instead of on the sunny beach in Goa. And I didn’t even meet some young, fancy, friendly fellows like I did on the beach. That’s what’s hard to cope with.

Is it just normal to be all alone doing it at this time of the year? I thought there would be a zillion people out there with all the motivation of the world, now at the beginning of the new year. Or do they all wait for spring to kick them out the door?