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Thankful Things Thursday: On My Ever-Expanding Family
Warning: I’m in a wicked good mood today.
Yeah. Wicked — because I’m from New Hampshire. You cannot take that word away from me, no matter how far from that 603 area code I happen to live.
Good thing it’s Thankful Things Thursday.
I’m thankful for biscotti. How had I never tried this delicious treat until this week? Do you all know about this whole “biscotti” thing? It’s basically like a cookie, and for added goodness you can dip it in something, like coffee or hot chocolate or vodka, and it’s even better.
One of Brian’s clients is a biscotti-maker or something of that nature, and he was doing a product shoot for them this week. That means endless biscotti for Ali. Danger, danger! But really, this stuff is good. You probably knew that already.
I’m thankful for spin class friends. Last night’s always-wonderful Crunch class with Matt, the other love of my life, was packed. Brian came, and my gym pal CJ was there, and Shayne came, too. Wednesday night spin is always fun. Wednesday night spin, with your favorite sweaty friends by your side, is even better.
I’m not thankful for push ups. I think they’re difficult and traumatizing. But the other day, when I was all, “Woe is me, my foot hurts,” I was convinced I would never run, walk or ski again. I don’t think that was dramatic of me at all. I told myself that I would use the time I used to spend running to do other things, like push ups — 100 of them a day, to be exact.
So far I have survived two days of my “100 a day” challenge. I’m pretty sure the challenge is over now. I’m already bored with it and it’s not fun. But I will say that busting out those push ups is not easy, and my arms are sore after just two days. I’d like to have tricep muscles though…so maybe I’ll keep it going.
I’m thankful I no longer think I have diverticulitis, a stress fracture and lung cancer of the foot. Just a sampling of the diseases I have attached to my aching foot. Normal, yes?
My foot was at its worst on Tuesday. I took Monday and Tuesday off from running, and then ran yesterday on a soft surface (the Central Park Reservoir) and felt great. Today my foot still feels good. There’s still a tiny bit of pain on the outside, opposite of where my arch is (technical term for that, anyone?), but it’s very manageable and I’m being very cautious of how it feels.
I’m thankful Coach Cane continues to advise me. He’s such a nice man and he’s going to be an amazing dad.
I’ve emailed Coach Cane a bunch since my foot started acting up, and he’s been very reassuring and very helpful. He does not think I have lung cancer of the foot. He also invited me to his team’s annual Beer Mile competition, and I’m actually kind of thinking about doing it…if only to have the opportunity to vomit all over myself while surrounded by impressive triathletes.
I’m thankful the Steroids are working. Yay! Hooray! And maybe that explains the sudden desire to do push ups…
I am, yeah yeah yeah, thankful for Central Park bathrooms again. Yesterday’s glory was short-lived. Today I got all cocky and ambitious. I went running in Central Park and decided that, for the first time since my flare-up, I’d venture beyond the Reservoir and Bridle Path, where my perfect little always-open bathrooms are located.
And what do you know? I head into new territory and my stomach goes all batshit crazy. It really wasn’t that dramatic, actually, and for you NYC runners, take note that the bathrooms near the Great Lawn on the West Side are, in fact, open at 6:30 am. And they’re clean. And wonderful.
That is the face of sheer happiness right there. Nothing gets me excited in the morning like a clean public restroom. Sometimes I look at my life and think, “Wow. That’s sad.”
I’m thankful for running in the rain. I ran 6 miles this morning at a surprisingly decent pace. My fifth mile averaged 8:15, most likely because at that point I had just stopped to use aforementioned bathroom and realized I was going to be really late if I didn’t hustle.
It’s amazing how empty Central Park gets when it’s dark and rainy, and I loved the un-crowdedness (yes, real word) this morning. I also ran into my hardcore pal Katie, who just busted out a 3:38 finish time at the Columbus Marathon and is running the New York City Marathon next weekend. Rock star? I think so.
I’m thankful for a weekend getaway with my best girlfriends. My college friends and I are going to Fire Island this weekend. I was really apprehensive about this weekend for a while because I was feeling so sick and didn’t want to be the lame girl not partaking in the fun (fun = drinking).
But now I’m feeling good, I’m excited and I’m very much looking forward to a long weekend out of the city.
I’m thankful for a Thanksgiving getaway to New Hampshire. I finally booked my flights home yesterday. It sucked. It costs a fortune to get anywhere and that makes me sad. But as soon as I clicked that eager little JetBlue button, I felt relief. I can’t wait to see my parents and eat some stuffing. And I talked to my dad last night, and he agreed to drive me to a local turkey trot on Thursday morning. Costumes not guaranteed this year.
I’m thankful my brother and I have gotten so much closer as we’ve gotten older. We pretty much hated each other when we were growing up. Sad, but true. We’re only 19 months apart — he’s older — so I was only one grade behind him at school. We would get in some seriously heated arguments over who got the front seat in the car (neither of us — my mom banned us both eventually), who got the “better” serving during dinner, who was smarter (me…right?), who did better on the SATs (him), who was better at sports (him, no contest) and who stole the alcohol from our mom and dad’s liquor cabinet (not me, I swear to this day).
But eventually Ryan and I started growing up and getting over ourselves and actually getting along. And I kind of like him now! He is an incredibly loving big brother, he’s so supportive of everything I do and he sends me funny text messages in the morning.
I’m thankful that Auntie Ali sounds kind of adorable!!! OK so remember I kept saying how the Marathon Weekend was the best weekend of my life? Obviously that’s in large part due to the fact that I ran 26.2 miles and my friends and family were there to share the entire experience with me. But there’s more!
So the race was great. We’ve been through that. After the race we all went to Wolffer Estates, a winery out in the Hamptons. It was lovely, but Michaela — Ryan’s wife and my kickass sister in law — wasn’t drinking. She said she hadn’t been feeling well, and I was so self-absorbed that I thought nothing of it.
You, however, probably see exactly where this is going.
Michaela didn’t drink at dinner, either, which was a little weird because I know the girl loves a glass of vino, but again, self-absorbed post-marathon Ali wasn’t really interested in the details.
Then, at brunch the next day, Brian and I met Ryan, Michaela and my parents for brunch. Ryan and Michaela were sitting together all cute-like, and we sat down and Ryan said, “So how do you feel about re-naming your blog Auntie Ali On The Run?”
And I was like, “Oh Ryan, that’s so dumb. I’d need a new web address, and it doesn’t make sense, and where are we going to brunch, and OHMYGOD!!!” I’m so slow. And then I cried.
Ryan and Michaela are having a baby! I’m going to be an aunt! Michaela didn’t want to tell me that weekend because she didn’t want to “take away from my marathon” and to that I told her “she is F-ing insane.” It was the very best icing on the marathon cake. I am so happy for them and I have already bought presents for the baby. They’re not going to find out if it’s a boy or a girl — suspense! — so for now we’re referring to it as “Bump.” Bump Feller. I’m going to spoil that kid rotten and I can’t wait. Congratulations, Ryan and Michaela! Thanks for making more Fellers. Just what the world needs!
I’m thankful that I love my job. Lately every day has been really stressful. I’ve debated pulling my hair out at times. But at the end of the day, every day, I am very passionate about what I do. I’m very grateful for that.
I’m thankful for every time it rains in NYC and I make it to the office unscathed. Umbrellas are dangerous weapons. Rain brings out the worst in NYC commuters.
I’m thankful I’ve finally learned to adopt a one-day-at-a-time mentality. I’m not a professional yet, but over the past few weeks I’ve been more “get a few things done today and move on” and less “everything needs to happen today, immediately, or you will die and the world will end.” It’s suiting me quite well, I think.
I think that’s a wrap for today. Lots of good stuff happening. Wicked good stuff.
YOUR TURN! Tell me what you’re thankful for today!