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There’s So Much More Good Than Bad
I am a happy person.
I think life is great. Fantastic, even.
On any given day, there is crap in the world that makes me angry and pisses me off. There are so many little things that can get a person worked up. I’m thinking totally stupid things like over-crowded subways, unexpected rain (after spending 7 seemingly endless minutes under a hair dryer) and wet moccasins.
But really? Really, Ali? You’re going to complain about that?
I used to let myself get overly fired up about things — often things I had little to no control over. It drove me nuts. Eventually though, a few months ago, I realized that I simply couldn’t go through life that way.
Was I really going to let a busy, crammed sidewalk ruin my day? Silly. That’s the kind of crap that leads to needless stress and, ultimately, an out-of-control stomach. I learned that I needed to focus on the things I can control, and just do my best to deal with the things I cannot control. I also learned to always carry an umbrella.
Lately I’ve found a lot to get frustrated about. For one, I’m really, really sad the marathon is over.
I miss training, I miss the routine, I miss Coach Cane and I miss having — and dominating — little daily goals, whether mileage-related or speed-related.
I’m frustrated that I’ve gotten so much slower since the marathon, too. Sure my health isn’t exactly up to par, but I used to bang out an 8:15 pace on my morning runs with no problem. It was a comfortable pace for me. Now, I’m hovering around 9:10s, which is fine, but it’s significantly slower than I’m used to, and it feels like a struggle.
And then, yes, there’s that whore named Crohn’s, and her sister named colitis, and I’m not sure now which one I have, but I know I don’t particularly want to be friends with either of them.
But these problems — Are they really problems?
Because I’m going to overcome them. Immediately. Here’s how:
Wah, wah, wah, the marathon is over. Yeah, and that sucks. Boo hoo, Ali. I ran my first marathon and it was the best thing ever, and now I will never get to run my first marathon again. But I will have the memories from that experience for a long time, or at least until all that boxed wine I drank in college really catches up with me and starts killing off my brain cells.
I’m not marathon training anymore, but I already have races lined up for the future, and I fully intend to crush them. My big winter race is going to be the Rock N Roll Las Vegas Half Marathon in December. I’m so excited and honored to be traveling out there with the Crohn’s & Colitis Foundation — they’re hooking me up big-time as a thank you for raising money during the Run For The Rabbit competition — and I would really like to train hard and attempt a PR on that fabulously flat course.
Oh boo, sad Ali, you’re not fast anymore? Well, OK, yeah. Apparently marathon training has been known to slow runners down a bit. I’m pretty sure the cure for that is diligent speedwork and interval training. So I’ll get right on that, and ka-pow! I will be fast again.
Poor Ali, you have bathroom problems! Yes, Crohn’s and/or colitis, whatever we’re addressing here — these are serious diseases, and I’ve been putting up with their crap (nope, not funny) for a long time now. Since I was 7 years old, in fact. Getting a flare-up is debilitating and inconvenient. But I’m on Steroids now, and I know they’re going to work. I know that at this time next week, this flare-up will be behind me. So I just need to suck it up and deal for the time being, and be glad I have so many caring, understanding people in my life who are making this easier to deal with.
Brian, for example. He’s a nice boy. And while I have no problems sharing all the gory details of my mid-run bathroom experiences on my blog, I’m still not totally comfortable talking to him about them. It’s not because I’m shy. I am absolutely not shy, not even a little bit.
But who does want to get into these kinds of details with their significant other? We already shack up regularly in one of our small NYC apartments, and there’s not exactly a lot of space and you hear everything and it’s just…awkward. I hate it.
This morning I woke up at Brian’s. Usually I choose to power walk home, wasting 10–15 minutes of my morning, and then I change into running clothes, do my…business…and then go for a run in the park.
Waste of time.
It’s so much easier to just run from his place, conveniently located very close to Central Park.
So I tried to quietly get ready this morning and urged him to keep sleeping and not wake up with me. But then he was all, “Can I come run with you?” and I was like, “Shit. OK.”
Honestly, my plan was to sneak out and go to the Starbucks on the corner before I really started running. That wasn’t going to work with him in tow. That would be weird, I thought. I finally had to be all, “Brian, here’s the deal. Here’s why I avoid running with you in the morning. Cool?”
Anyway. We ran to the park together and I loved it! I had to stop twice due to a bouncy, irritated stomach, and he never minded, and I never went into detail about it. It was the first time we ran together on a weekday, and we ended up covering 7 miles.
Confession: He ran 6.5 miles. I ran 7. I am a competitive little witch.
The sunrise this morning was incredible.
Plus, the miles sped by since we were chatting most of the time.
And I finally busted out my shiny new coral Sweat shirt.
The run was not my fastest. The run was not my best. My stomach is still unhappy. But last night I returned to my beloved Chisel class, and this morning I ran. I’m not recovered, but I’m barreling down the road there.
I’m coming back with a vengeance. A ton of it. Seriously. So much vengeance, coming right at you.
And because you know I enjoy lists very much, here are five more things that are wonderful and that outweigh anything bad going on in life right now:
1. My family is great. I’m still smiling after spending a long weekend with them. Ryan is a loyal blog reader (Hi Ry Guy!) and he was sad that on his birthday I only included “bad” photos of him getting eye drops, and not “cute ones from when we were little.” So, Ryan, here you go:
2. The weather is perfect for running now. OK, minus the rain and stuff coming out of the sky. But the temperature this morning was incredible. I love fall running.
3. I’m going to Turks & Caicos. That’s the trip I got for getting second place in the Run For The Rabbit competition! I don’t have too many details yet, but I was pretty pumped to get that email yesterday. Two free trips this winter? I’ll take it. I feel incredibly lucky. Big time.
4. Work has calmed down. It’s still busy and crazy and I don’t have time during the day to do spontaneous jazz hands as often as I’d like, but this week is far more manageable than the past few weeks.
5. Thanksgiving is right around the corner. Yes, I am aware that this holiday is about more than food. In fact, it’s not really about food at all. Pilgrims and Indians and stuff. Excellent. But also turkey. And gravy. And stuffing. And desserts.
WANT TO PLAY? I bet you can come up with five things today that are way more important than a crappy commute or an angry stomach. Go ahead. Try it.