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Thankful Things Thursday: I Refuse To Be Injured
Happy Thursday to you.
I’ve been slacking on the blogging front a bit lately because sometimes life just gets in the way. Yesterday, for example, I decided it was more important to lay in a hotel bed for an extra hour rather than writing. Ali On The Do Not Care To Blog.
But I’m back with plenty to document today, and I will do that in the form of being thankful.
Thankful Things Thursday, commence!
I’m thankful I work in a place where I can dress like a fool and not feel judged. My office is stocked primarily with young women, so Valentine’s Day around here gets a bit nutty. There are constant flower deliveries and there’s an abundance of chocolate that gets passed around throughout the day. Also, everyone tends to wear something festive. Naturally I took part in this.
It was a fun day in Dance Spirit land, complete with a few little accessories that were planted on my own desk.
I’m thankful for the wonderful Valentine’s Day Brian planned. Maybe I am a Valentine’s Day person, after all. Maybe I had just never had a nice Valentine’s Day before, and this one made me realize that yeah, the day is cheesy, but it’s also kind of nice. I was feeling the love all day, not just from Brian, but in general. Everyone seemed so happy on Tuesday.
As for Brian’s top secret plans: They involved all of my favorite things, such as bread baskets, things with melted cheese, chocolate souffle, views of Lincoln Center (my all-time favorite NYC spot) and a fluffy hotel bed.
We also had a fancy dining partner that evening. His name was Matt Damon, and no, he did not want to talk to me about how he felt when his BFF Ben Affleck almost died tragically twice (you know, before the attack on Pearl Harbor and then again when he almost had to be the one to detonate the bomb on the asteroid, but then Bruce Willis ended up saving the day/world instead?). He also didn’t want to explain to me exactly how they got into that vault in Las Vegas to rob the casino, nor did he feel like chatting about that time with the math on the chalkboard and Robin Williams.
Matt Damon just wanted to enjoy a meal with 16 of his closest friends.
Anyway. Valentine’s Day was delicious and delightful. Love love love. Love is all around. Love love dove.
I’m thankful for a super-sore upper body today. I took a Chisel class yesterday in lieu of running (more on that in a moment) and I decided that I would go easy on the legs and hardcore up top. I’m feeling it today, thanks to the abundance of shoulder presses and squeezy things we did. Sorry if that technical language is too advanced.
I’m thankful I didn’t run yesterday. Or spin. Blah blah blah. So this IT/hip thing blows. It hurts. I’m never wearing heels again, which is my first step on the way to recovery. I’ve been foam rolling and icing, which hurts in a good way (not really, it just hurts), and I’m trying to make stretching a priority.
I emailed back and forth with Coach Cane quite a bit yesterday, and at this point I have promoted him from Running Coach to Life Coach. He has not formally accepted the position, but part of my negotiation in the matter included a promise to “be slightly less dramatic in my emails.”
Coach Cane suggested I try out a slow five miles yesterday. That scared me. He said if it hurt, I could hop on a spin bike. I told him the pain wasn’t too bad, but truthfully, it kind of was at that point.
I’m trying to stay focused on my main goal right now — the Eugene Marathon on April 29 — and I didn’t think doing anything last night was going to help me get closer to that goal. I fear straining my IT/hip/whatever-the-F-is-going-on further, so last night I rested. Total, complete, lazy girl rest.
And then today I woke up feeling a little better!
I’m thankful I ran six miles this morning! They weren’t very fast and they weren’t very exciting, but man did it feel good to run. I want to be one of those aggressive runner girls who can knock out 50+ mile weeks regularly, but apparently, at least for now, I’m not there yet. So this is a setback, and I’m trying to deal and get past it. In the meantime, I’m being smart, trying not to go crazy, and enjoying the heck out of the runs I do get to do.
My hip felt OK during the run. It actually felt good to move it around, and I even had a few decently timed miles in there (average pace was probably around 9:00) all things considered. It hurts the most when I sit for a long time (ahem, desk job) and then stand up too quickly. But during the run I liked loosening things up a little.
I also thing a good leg massage would help, so you can apply to do that for me if you want. Let’s be friends who give massages, and no that is not creepy at all…
I’m thankful for the trusty tennis court bathrooms in Central Park. I needed them this morning. I may have overdosed on cheese last night.
Right around mile three today I was pretty psyched these bathrooms were open.
I’m thankful for some pretty stellar winter weather. I’ve only run in pants two or three times this year, and I’m loving it. I just wish I owned more pairs of shorts, because the rotation is getting a little un-clean.
I’m thankful for Molly and Amanda. I meet these two nice girls when I was doing Run For The Rabbit, and we got close seemingly overnight. We bonded over things like running and sweat and a shared love for meerkats, a unique yet adorable creature with exceptional posture and cute hands. Molly, Amanda and I try to get dinner together every other week or so, and last night was my night to host. I made nothing. Seriously. I cut up some cheese and we did a potluck sort of thing. It was my worst hosting ever and I’m embarrassed. But it was good to be around runner friends when I was sad about not running.
I find that with any running detail — whether you had a kickass, fast run, or you have a weird pain in your upper left groin knee shoulder area — being around runners helps. You can brag, and they’re on board and supportive. You can whine, and they’ll tell you to quit being a little bitch. You can tell them you’re terrified that you’re never going to run again and that you’re going to take up knitting instead, and they’ll suggest that you’re being slightly dramatic or, as I prefer to say, animated.
Last night, Molly and Amanda were totally cool with the fact that I sat through dinner with an ice pack down my pants and then foam rolled during our intense conversations about “which animal noises we’re really good at making.” (Fun fact: I do a killer elephant impression.)
I’m thankful for all of you, who read my blog and commiserate or perk me up or share stories or offer up advice. I think you’re the coolest. Really, I do. (And if you’re one of the people who read the blog via email, that’s fixed now, but you have to re-sign up. Yay improvements!) Thank you for always making me laugh and smile.
I’m thankful for Gmail. It’s so handy and so much better than that old-school dial-up AOL crap.
I’m thankful there’s a long weekend on the horizon. Bring it on. I plan to be as lazy and plan-less as possible.
NOW IT’S YOUR TURN! Tell me what you’re thankful for today, por favor.