The year is almost over. I can only reflect on what I would like to accomplish next year. Physically, I still want to run. In reality, I hope to get by day by day. The days tick off faster than I can move forward. I read, I grow tired and weary. I try to accomplish tasks, I burn out before I finish. I will take more time selecting which tasks to accomplish, and which can fall by the wayside. I still have all of December left.