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Thankful Things Thursday: Happy Holidays!
It seemed like practically everyone on the subway this morning had big bags filled with wrapped gifts and massive suitcases in tow. When I say “in tow” I mean “thanks for running over my big toe with your giant bag, bitch.”
That escalated quickly, and I’m sorry. My toes are all just fine, despite a few close encounters with bags on wheels.
But now here I am, ready to be all holiday spirited and tell you all the things I’m thankful for today. Let’s get down to it!
I’m thankful I’m done my holiday shopping. Nothing like waiting until the last minute, right? I actually have one or two more things to pick up, but I’m hoping to convince my dad to bring me to Target on the way home to New Hampshire. I think if I smile enough, he will oblige.
And on that note…
I’m thankful my dad agreed to come get me from the airport. Good job, Alison, for waiting until days before Christmas to book a flight home. That was smart…and totally affordable. (Nope. It really wasn’t. At all.) I couldn’t get myself all the way from New York City to New Hampshire, so I’ll be airborne up to Boston on Christmas Eve, and my nice dad is coming all the way down to Boston to pick my ass up and drive it home for the holidays. He’s a nice man.
I’m thankful that I get to go home to spend Christmas with my family. A lot of people don’t get to do that. I’m looking forward to a few solid days of cookie eating and refusing to change out of my pajamas.
I’m thankful JetBlue doesn’t charge you to check a bag. I’ll be getting on that plane with a massive amount of luggage, so I appreciate the fact that they aren’t making me pay to store one big bag on the plane. That is courteous and sadly rare these days.
I’m thankful for these delicious chocolates. They’re called “No Chewing Allowed” and they really do melt in your mouth.
I’ve already gone through more than one box of them this season…but I do not care, but as we all agreed yesterday, all bets are off in December. (Thank you all, by the way, for jumping on board the “who cares about calories right now?” bandwagon.)
I’m thankful the days are getting longer! Yesterday, December 21, was that one day a year with the fewest daylight hours. Soon I’ll be running under the sun again!
I’m thankful for Enrique Iglesias, in all his beautiful, mole-free glory.
Remember when Enrique had that big face mole? Well he doesn’t anymore. And look at that devious little grin. I wonder what he’s thinking.
Just kidding. I know exactly what he’s thinking. “Ali, I love you so much, mi amor, bueno, vamos a mi casa, Brian who?” Just kidding, Brian…kind of. I just think that when Enrique gets all, “I like how it feels, whoooooaaaa, I like how it feels!” I can relate to him. He is invited to my next dance party.
Also on the music front…
I’m thankful for Robyn’s song “Call Your Girlfriend.” I can’t get it out of my head. I listened to it no fewer than 10 times this morning. It’s fabulously catchy.
My final music note…
I’m thankful I haven’t heard that dang “Christmas Shoes” song yet this year. It always makes me cry. Even if I listen to it twice in a row, I will still sob. It’s pathetic, but the story about that little kid who just wants to buy his dying mom some nice footwear…oh jeez it kills me.
I’m thankful for Matt Pestorius, my favorite favorite favorite spin instructor. There weren’t too many people in class last night, but Matt still kicked our butts hard. And then he said all those things that make me love him like, “If anyone ever tries to bring you down, tell them how perfect your spin instructor thinks you are!” And in my head I was like, “OK, Matt! I will do exactly that! Hell yeah! Spin power! Call your girlfriend! Enrique!”
Honestly, what is wrong with me today? Oh right. I’m riding a six-day sugar high.
I’m thankful I didn’t give up on my run this morning. I’ve been running and spinning quite a bit over the past two weeks and, no, I haven’t taken many quality rest days. So it should come as no surprise to us all that my quads, calves and hamstrings are starting to feel just a little fatigued.
Did that stop me from getting out of bed and lacing up the Adrenalines this morning?
Nope. It didn’t.
I jumped out into the 55-degree air, ready to conquer six miles at a “super slow pace.” That was my plan, at least. I just wanted to enjoy getting some mileage in, but since I’m not training for anything right now I haven’t felt the need to go crazy with speedwork or tempo runs or any of those other fancy things you people talk about.
Instead, I just ran. I took the first mile — all uphill, and I hate that — very slowly. But then, according to my watch, I got a little faster.
I know, that pace is nothing spectacular throughout miles one through five. I was tired, my legs hurt, and the Central Park hills felt bigger than ever.
I was wearing my watch under my sleeve so that I could check in on my mileage every so often, but I didn’t want to be concerned with my pace.
During the final mile, though, two super in-shape chicks blew past me. And I was like, “No. They are not leaving me in the dust. I can totally keep up with them.”
And I did. Rather than using that last mile as a cool-down, like I normally do, I picked it up and stuck by those strangers.
It felt good to move my legs faster, and it was the mental boost I needed. Lately I’ve been feeling discouraged and wondering if all my potential speed is gone. But today, after days of spinning and running my legs ragged, I still pushed through. And I kept up.
Watch out, 2012. I’m going to run fast next year. Or, you know, I’m at least going to try.
Now it’s time to eat brownies for breakfast. Mint ones.
NOW YOU DO IT, TOO: What are you thankful for today? Candy? Chocolate? Pie? Vodka?