Christmas and New Year have come and gone and it's not just the goose who got a little fat. Turkey, stuffing, mince pies, Christmas pudding, mulled wine (not to mention red wine and white wine), cake, chocolate - the temptation is unavoidable. Well, apart from the sprouts, they're easy to resist. Lazing around the house, dozily digesting yet another bellyful of food, my mind often wanders to my New Year exercise regime and new goals (writes Chris Broadbent)
Well, not just me, thousands of us. Gyms have their advertising and marketing primed and ready to go for the inevitable rush of new customers wanting to be a new me in the New Year.
Of course, it doesn't last for everyone. Making a big lifestyle change is never easy. For this reason, people who do attempt to make that change are scoffed at and suffer a bit of mickey-taking from friends and family.
Not from me though. The reason being that it was this time of year that kick-started my own life as a runner.
I suppose at the time it might have seemed like a drunken New Year's Eve thing. In fact, it was a drunken New Year's Eve thing. But after making the bold declaration that I would run a marathon that coming year, I actually did fulfil the pledge.
I'd like to think it was through sheer strength of character, but it wasn't. Instead I just think it was the timing. Christmas and New Year is a time of reflection of the year past and the thoughts of times to come. It presents an opportunity for change and I wanted to be a runner.
That's why, if ever someone tells me they want to run a marathon, take part in their first triathlon or simply take up running - even if it is slurred after their fifth pint on New Year's Eve - I always try and offer them all the encouragement I can.
For some people, the New Year can really can mark the start of something new.