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Everything’s Better With Friends
If I take a nap under my desk today, do you think anyone will notice?
But don’t you think it’ll start some cool trend?
Maybe people wouldn’t look at me and be like, “OMG, Ali is asleep under her desk, we should obviously tell her boss because that is so not cool,” but instead they’d think, “Oh awesome, Ali got permission to take an under-desk nap. Guess that’s acceptable company-wide now.”
Next thing you know, KA-POW, the whole office is floor-napping.
I’ll let you know how that works out for me.
In the meantime, let’s talk about friendship a little bit, OK?
Last night, after a brutally tough spin class involving way too many hill climbs and screams of “quarter turn to the right!” I was treated to a lovely dinner by my college friend, Wendy.
She invited Lauren and I over for some home-cooked awesomeness.
On the menu:
We started with various cheeses, pita chips, edamame hummus, tzatziki sauce, carrots and celery. And wine.
Well done, Wendy. Well freakin’ done.
We all agreed that getting together and cooking (or rather, having Wendy cook while Lauren and I provide the wine and sit around doing nothing) is so much better than going out to dinner. It’s cheaper, it’s more casual and you know where your food is coming from and how it’s being prepared.
Duh. You know this already.
After stuffing my face full of edamame hummus (Seriously, Lauren and Wendy, did you guys even get any? I’m sorry. I never learned how to share.) I was almost too full for the main course.
I made room in my stomach, though, because what Wendy whipped up was fantastic.
Whole-wheat couscous with some stuff in it (I remember her saying feta cheese and red onion, and some other things — clearly I’d be an amazing food blogger), grilled chicken kebabs with some lemon something seasoning and shrimp kebabs with some stuff.
You’re welcome for those very vivid descriptions of what I ate last night. You are now free to follow those exact recipes to recreate these dishes yourself.
Oh but that wasn’t all.
Wendy prepared dessert: ice cream sandwiches!
And she didn’t even know yesterday was apparently National Ice Cream Sandwich Day.
Crazy coincidence? You bet.
So not only was the food delicious, the company was even better. It had actually been years since I’d seen Wendy, and it was so nice relaxing and catching up.
We got to talking about friendships, and Wendy brought up a really good point. She was saying that at this point in our lives, it’s nice that we get to choose who we’re friends with.
Think about it: When you’re growing up, your friends are basically picked for you. Your parents put you in a play group or dance class or child cult or whatever with the kids whose parents they’re friends with, or the kids who live really close-by so as not to inconvenience the carpool.
Or you just hang out with your brother and hope he’s nice to you and buys you presents with his lemonade stand money.
But now we’re older, and we don’t have to be forced-friends with anyone. (Ryan, I’ll always be your friend, even if you don’t buy me Barbie outfits anymore.)
We get to be friends with people based on our common interests and likability. I mean, it’s obviously better for me if you also happen to live on the Upper East Side. That will increase the likelihood of us developing a lasting friendship.
I’m so happy that I’ve met so many incredible people and found so many friends through blogging. That was always my hope, but I never really expected it. When I first started blogging I did it both to document my running progress and to meet people, preferably in NYC, who shared my passion for sweating.
Major success. I’ve found lots of you!
I love that I’ve grown close with so many like-minded people, so many of whom are also in the midst of marathon training right now and can understand what I’m going through and shed lots of light on it as well as offer tons of advice.
This morning, as I dragged my lead-like legs through 6 miles around the Bridle Path with Kelly, Megan and new-friend Alyssa (so great to finally meet you!), I realized that our conversations have definitely shifted since we first started running together.
The first time I ran with Megan, I was really nervous. I knew she was fast, I was afraid I wouldn’t keep up, I didn’t want to hold her back, and all that jazz [insert jazz hands and spirit finger action].
While we ran, we talked mostly about blogging: that was our shared interest, it was how we met, and we stuck to that topic as I recall. We didn’t get too personal.
But today we all chatted about moving, track workouts (I clearly had nothing to add to that conversation because I was too busy wondering how far 1200 meters is), work things and eventually moved onto the subject of boyfriends and nice men who are good friends.
This little morning running group — which I like to call the ever-expanding A.M. Sweat Squad — is turning into something way more awesome, and I couldn’t be happier.
I’m getting so used to running with friends that I’m actually starting to get nervous about getting through 26.2 miles all by my lonesome.
So Kelly, Lindsay, Megan, Maria, Susan, anyone — care to join me for some miles through the Hamptons on September 24?! Excellent. Thank you. So nice of you to volunteer.
By the time I got home and showered this morning I somehow managed to find myself running quite late.
I like the outfit I threw together though, because I pretty much like anything paired with a white button-down shirt.
And to top off the morning, I commuted to work with a nice boy.
Time to rock this Wednesday.
Coming up today: tons of deadlines, my favorite spinning class, dinner with a friend and hopefully more than 5 hours of sleep, which would be a major improvement for this week.
WHAT ABOUT YOU? Do you run with friends or is solo-style more your thing? I like both! Running alone can be so peaceful and stress-free, but running with friends tends to make the miles go by so much faster!