Beginning of January. Beginning of a year. Crap, beginning of a decade this time around. I’ve never been one for reflecting on my year. More power to you if that’s your jam. It just doesn’t knock the mud off my running shoes if you know what I mean. My reflection happens every three to five months. The time after a peak race, where I begin to eye the next event or pencil in the next training cycle. I know I am not alone in not taking the recovery time before looking ahead the next event. Though age has helped me improve this part of my running world.