Last night, I had every good intention of getting up and joining some running friends for a 10 AM jaunt through town. But then for some strange reason, we stayed up until 12:30 AM (gasp) and split a bottle of rather sweet bubbly. That 10 AM resolution went out the window similar to the intentions of blogging more did last year. Classic example of why I don’t like resolutions because once you break them, you kinda feel like you have screwed up for the year so why even bother, right? A few years ago, I started choosing a word to focus on for the year, and before you start shaking your head at my hippy-dippy, New Age love fest, understand that there is very…