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Things I Love
I have never been a big Valentine’s Day person. (No, I did not just Google “Does Valentine’s Day have an apostrophe?”) Sure I can get on board with some Hallmark cards, chocolate and cheesy celebrations, why not? But every year when V-Day rolls around I tend to wear a pair of socks with hearts on them (my mom is the best at sending my holiday-themed socks — I have some pretty cool St. Patrick’s Day ones with beer mugs and clovers all over them) and call it a day.
So imagine my surprise a few weeks ago when I asked Brian half-jokingly if we were doing anything for Valentine’s Day and he had “already made plans for us.” Seriously? Who are you, Brian? What’s happening?
I don’t know what we’re doing tonight — I received a list of 10 instructions yesterday because Brian knows I “like to plan” — but I am now oddly in a Valentinesy mood. I wore my heart socks today, and to be increasingly obnoxious and blinding, I also wore a bright pink skirt, red shirt and hot pink sweatshirt. I may have pink legwarmers on my desk for when I inevitably get cold around 11 am.
Now because it’s Valentine’s Day, and because I’m feeling happy and because everyone should be feeling the love today, here’s a list of Things I Love to start the day with a bit of perky energy.
I love Cat Deeley. Really, I do. She’s stunning and classy and, fun fact, she styles her own looks for each episode of “So You Think You Can Dance.” And she’s nice. And humble. Bitch.
I love rompers. Buy one. Wear it to the beach. You’ll feel like a kid. You’ll also get annoyed when you have to pee and you need to take the entire thing off in order to do so, but ignore that, and enjoy. Also, Cat Deeley likes rompers, so they are obviously cool.
I love buying things and finding out at the register that they’re actually on sale. This happened to me yesterday. It was a wonderful feeling.
I love lime green. It’s my favorite color.
I also love the color orange.
I love cooking. OK I like cooking. I will spend this entire week feeling way too proud of myself for cooking an entire meal of food. I will also spend the entire week eating leftovers.
I love that “Danza Kuduro” song. Why am I just getting hooked on this now? It came on at one of the bars I was at Saturday night and I got so excited dancing my face off and swinging my hair around that I immediately Shazamed it. Now it’s my main jam.
I love Emily. We had grand plans yesterday. Grand, sweat-infused plans. We were going to lift weights. Heavy ones! We were going to spin. Spin fast! And this morning, we were going to run. Run long! Run in Central Park! In fact, Emily’s trip revolved largely around how we could maximize our workout time. It was going to be fantastical.
But then my hip started to hurt.
And when it came time to hit up the gym last night, I mentioned to Emily that maybe, sadly, shockingly, I shouldn’t work out. What is happening to me??? She agreed. “Would you rather run today or run Eugene in April?” She makes valid points, and I both love and hate her for that. She staged a dramatic retelling of last night’s events with this little post here.
She also forced me to foam roll and ice myself, and I said I would only do those things if we could watch “Friends” and eat pie.
She obliged. Smart girl. I wasn’t rolling without my pie.
But seriously, if Emily hadn’t been in town, I probably would have still gone to the gym instead of going to the bar. I would have pushed it. I wouldn’t have rested. So I appreciated that she was looking out for me and definitely not judging my little panic attacks and declarations of “OMG I’M SO INJURED AND EUGENE IS OUT.”
I love Coach Cane. I’m so glad he’s officially my coach again. Even though I told him I would be “totally low maintenance this time around,” I emailed him no fewer than six times last night. I realize that perhaps I’m being dramatic here, but I only have 11 weeks to train for Eugene, and this pain is new to me. It’s never happened before. Naturally that is cause for panic and email subject lines stating “I am dying.”
As always, he calmed me down. I’ll never forget his wise words this summer when I had some foot pain: “Aches and pains are normal. You’re training for a marathon.” Noted.
And last night, he did a bit of explaining regarding what seems to be a tight and overworked IT band: “The good thing about ITB issues is that you can attack them aggressively. Stretch, ice, foam roll, ice some more. In the long term, ITB issues are usually related to weak glutes and hip abductors, so we need to strengthen them in order to keep you healthy. Also, let’s stay off the road in CP since the camber can aggravate ITB issues. Bridle and rez are better options. Lastly, look out for overstriding. Focus on having your foot land under your center of gravity rather than out in front of you. A pronounced heel-toe landing with your foot way out in front of you is not doing your ITB any favors. Make sense?”
Yes, yes that does make sense, Coach. Love you.
I love running. Even on my worst runs, I still love it. Today, with Coach Cane’s permission, I set out for five slow miles on the Reservoir and Bridle Path. They were slow. The first mile and the last mile felt good, but my hip was tight during the middle miles. Still, you can’t beat waking up with a Central Park run. Those views are fantastic.
I love that even though Central Park is huge, sometimes it feels teeny tiny. Like at 6:54 on a Tuesday morning, when you happen to run into your Valentine.
I love peppermint-scented face wash. It’s the most refreshing thing I can imagine.
I love sarcasm. It’s an effective communication tool.
I loved getting a voicemail from my dad this morning wishing me a Happy Valentine’s Day. He’ll always be my main man.
I love sweat. But you knew that already.
I love puppies that are really excited about life. I also love puppies that are brand-new and haven’t figured out how to use their legs. I like when they fall down. And I like when they sit on each other.
I love my friends who “get me.” I love not having to explain myself all the time.
I love Brian. You knew that, and I’m cheesy today, but I couldn’t not include a little love for the guy who is obviously taking me to the Westminster Kennel Club finals tonight. Right, Brian? That’s what we’re doing? And I needed to pack an overnight bag because we’re going to steal all the puppies and run away with them??? I figured it out! Ali On The Run From The Law With Puppies!
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! I’m off to ice my hip like an old lady, because a kind coworker just gently pointed out that I was “walking funny today.” Noted.
WHAT DO YOU LOVE TODAY?