February, the first week of the second month. January is done just like *that.* I always feel so capable during this part of the year. Like this time, I've really got it. It's the equivalent of that day you decide you should start working out. Running feels super awesome - and weirdly easy - and you think to yourself "maybe I'm just naturally in better shape than the last time I tried working out. I mean, I have been walking a lot lately. And stress is kind of like cardio right? my heart is racing all the time." And then it's downhill from there for the next six weeks as your muscles break down and rebuild, until you're finally back in shape again. But damn if that first day doesn't feel so good.