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Thankful Things Thursday: Relaxed Running Makes Me Feel Great
It’s Thursday! Be thankful! It’s Thursday! Get psyched!
My energy these past few days is off the charts. This morning I actually woke up one minute before my alarm was supposed to go off and felt refreshed and ready to run. That hasn’t happened much lately. Lately I’ve been all, “Bed, you are much kinder than windy Central Park.”
Also, it’s a good thing I “happened to wake up,” because it turns out I set my alarm for 8 am instead of 5 am. Good job, internal clock. You rocked it today.
I’m swimming in gratitude today. It’s like a deep ocean filled with happiness, laughter, puppies and Cadbury Mini Eggs.
Come swim with me, and let’s all celebrate Thankful Things Thursday!
I’m thankful someone once had the idea to sell pre-packed, pre-made, pre-ready-to-eat-immediately foods at the grocery store. Really solid work with that one, inventor. Why spend 63 seconds cooking spinach when you can just buy it at Fairway?
If you’re a very fancy person, you can transfer the foods from the store-bought containers into real human bowls. But don’t go too crazy. That seems like a lot of work, I know.
I’m thankful I got a ton of invitations addressed last night. As the official Wedding Calligrapher for my best friend Becky’s wedding, I’m honored to have this task. Last night I got through about one-third of the invitations, and I’m hoping to get them done tonight. It’s nice to have a semi-mindless project to tackle at the end of the day. Last night I got home, zoned out and wrote pretty letters.
I’m thankful I woke up to this:
I ran in leg warmers, shorts and a long-sleeved shirt (possibly the exact same outfit from yesterday…normal, not gross) and was too hot. I should’ve gone with a tank top.
I’m thankful for camels. They’re funny and they spit.
I’m thankful I had the opportunity to travel to Australia. And I seized it right up. I studied abroad my junior year of college and spent a semester living in Surfer’s Paradise. It was incredible and life-changing and all that jazz. I cried when I saw the Sydney Opera House because I was so happy and felt so lucky to be there. And because it’s pretty and really shiny.
It looks like it gets polished often, and cleanliness makes me thrilled.
I’m thankful I had the kind of run I’ve been longing for this morning. I don’t know if I was really longing for it, because that seems a little I’m Rapunzel, a damsel in distress, but it was a run that felt dang good.
The plan was to run eight miles, at the same comfortable pace I’ve been aiming for all week. My personal goal was to run with my watch on to track my distance, but not to look at it or pay attention to it or care about it. I just wanted to run by feel to remember how much I love running.
This worked great for a few reasons:
- I wasn’t bothered by looking down at my wrist. I looked straight ahead and watched the sun rise.
- I tuned in to my body more. I paid attention to how everything felt (good at first, heavy by the end).
- I remembered that I started running long before I owned a stupid watch. Yes, it’s a helpful tool. But lately it hasn’t helped me, it has just kind of gotten in my way of doing what I love. This morning, I returned to doing what I love. Even though, by the third lap of the Reservoir, I started to feel tired, and even though I was over-dressed for the gorgeous weather, I was so happy. I was out there by myself, running around my favorite place, not giving a crap about my speed.
And when I don’t care about my speed and I don’t obsess over it, I apparently do just fine:
These are right where I would have wanted them to be for today. Pat on the back, Ali. Pat on the back.
Also, when I got home and went to stop my watch, I got excited because the distance read 8.50 and so did the pace. Cool numbers. Here, I took a photo to show you:
I’m thankful tomorrow is a rest day. My legs are ready to chill. While I love love loved today’s run, I did definitely feel wiped by the end, not because of the pace but simply because I’ve run for the past seven days in a row. I usually cross train in there somewhere, but this week’s plan called for higher mileage, so I ditched the spinning and Chiseling and spent lots of quality time looping the Reservoir. Tomorrow I’ll let myself fully recover, and then I’m gearing up for 18 miles on Saturday. That’s a lot of Reservoir loops (10, in fact, plus the run to and from the park).
I’m thankful for giraffes. They’re not funny like camels, but they’re stunning. And so tall.
Giraffes are my favorite. Also llamas and/or alpacas.
I’m thankful for my sister-in-law, Michaela. Today is her birthday and I love her. She’s one of those genuinely nice people that never wants someone to go out of their way for her. She just wants everyone to be happy.
Michaela, I hope your day is magical and filled with happy baby kicks! Thank you for carrying around my future niece or nephew for all these months. You’re going to be an awesome mom and you’re a perfect sister. Happy Birthday!
I’m thankful for this giant ad near Herald Square. Oh I am so thankful for this ad.
Yes, Brian, I think you are better looking than David Beckham. That’s the truth. You are just not on a billboard. Get on that.
I’m thankful for the combination of chocolate and peanut butter.
Genius! And delicious. And practical. And nutritious.
I’m thankful for GChat and good friends who get me.
I think I’ve done this one before. Still applies. The rules of Thankful Things Thursday are that 1. I’m allowed to repeat myself, and 2. THERE ARE NO RULES. This is fight club, baby.
What is wrong with me today? Who keeps putting drugs in all my foods?
I’m thankful I can stand up and sit down without pain. My hip is feeling much better. I’m foam rolling a lot, I’m doing my best not to sit cross-legged at the office and I’m looking forward to taking down 18 miles on Saturday. Here’s to feeling good and running long!
Thank you for reading my blog. I like you.
On with the day! Have a great one!
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW, THANKFUL PEOPLE: Tell me what you’re grateful for today. I assume you’re all thankful for Cadbury Mini Eggs, so you don’t need to include that. It’s implied, always. I’m thankful I don’t have to do this “Lent” thing you’re all talking about, because from what I’ve gathered via social media, it sounds like a terribly restrictive crash diet where you can’t eat sweets, French Fries or human food. No thank you!