Listen to the Ali on the Run Show!
- December 4, 2019 by AliAli on the Run Show Episode 192: Adrianne Haslet, Boston Marathon Bombing Survivor
- November 27, 2019 by AliAli on the Run Show Episode 191: The Great Turkey Trot of 2014
- November 20, 2019 by AliAli on the Run Show Episode 190: Sarah True, Olympian & Ironman Triathlete
- November 14, 2019 by AliAli on the Run Show Episode 189: Running Industry Hot Takes with Phoebe Wright
- November 13, 2019 by AliAli on the Run Show Episode 188: Nikki Hiltz & Therese Haiss
I started Ali On The Run so I could keep track of my running and my training for whichever races I had coming up.
So if I’m taking a little training hiatus, what does that mean on the writing front?
It means you’ll read less from Crazy Ali and hopefully a little more from Rational Ali! Yay! (Yes, Rational Ali does exist. Really. She’s cool.)
On Sunday, I was telling Brian I thought it was frustrating that I’m having a Crohn’s flare-up now because I “haven’t been stressed out lately,” and my flare-ups are almost always brought on by irrational amounts of stress.
He looked at me like I had just told him I was swearing off chocolate and 16 Handles for the rest of my life.
I’m not always so good at tuning in to my body and giving it what it needs. I said I hadn’t felt stressed lately because I had actually been getting everything done that I needed to do. My best friend’s wedding invitations? Went in the mail yesterday. Custom-designed (and hand-addressed) baby shower invitations for my sister-in-law? In the mail weeks ago and already receiving RSVPs. Work? Always excitingly busy, but I’ve been meeting my deadlines and feeling proud of my finished products.
And the whole “My lease is ending soon and I need to find somewhere to live” drama? No drama at all. In fact, the whole process was ridiculously easy and pain-free.
But I guess, overall, I am still a naturally anxiety-driven person, and with the weight of having to run a marathon in the midst of everything else being lifted, I feel like I’m in a really, really good place now.
And on that note, thank you all so much for the wonderful comments on yesterday’s post. They all warmed my little heart.
So, now what?
Well, I’m excited to return to some of my favorite classes! I haven’t been to spinning with the love of my life, Matt Pestorius, in weeks. I have missed him dearly, but I swore off his classes so I could have maximum leg strength to devote to my running.
I’m coming back for you, Matt! I love you.
I was hoping to spin last night, but I wasn’t feeling so hot, and so I went to Chisel instead. No cardio, just lifting. I’ve been taking this class for almost three years now (that sounds like a long time — am I a groupie?), but since focusing on running, I always took it easy during the squats, lunges and leg-strengthening exercises. Monday night lunges didn’t bode well for Tuesday morning speed work.
Last night, though?
Bring it on, Chisel Teacher.
OK, so I didn’t go totally all out because I felt a fever coming on and certain movements made my stomach feel…weird. But it was nice knowing I didn’t have to modify everything in favor of running.
I’m looking forward to building up some total body strength that I’ve been lacking since ditching my gym classes and lifting routines, especially since apparently my lackluster IT band is potentially a result of “weak glutes.”
I think that was Coach Cane’s way of telling me I have a bad butt.
In Crohn’s land, last night was not so great. By bedtime (uh, 10 PM…), my temperature had climbed to 100.9, which isn’t tragic, but anything over 100 degrees tends to concern me just a little.
I then spent the night “breaking the fever,” as my mom calls it. Translation: I sweat more than I did during the aforementioned 18-mile run.
It’s basically the most beautiful sight ever. I sweat through my clothes, through my sheets, through my pillows. At one point, I woke up to use the bathroom (no surprise there), and when I came back my bed was such a mess that I slept on the couch for a while.
It was not my finest evening.
Since I’m all about self-reflection and being in tune with myself and zen and stuff during these past few days, here are a few things I am so excited about and can’t get off my mind:
- My first run back. Saturday was so bad. My next run may be difficult, but knowing that it’s “just a run” has me completely at ease about it, whether it’s a 5-miler or a 10-miler. (Uh, probably going to be a 5.)
- Moving! Moving day is April 14. I’m not excited to pack, but I am excited to get rid of a ton of stuff in the process. Who needs clothes? I already have four giant trash bags filled with stuff to donate. Yay for living across the street from Goodwill!
- Classes with friends! Barry’s Bootcamp? Sure. Physique 57? That’s been on my “To Try” list for about four years but I always put it off so I could run.
- Running with friends! I stopped running with many of my running buddies because my workouts were so specific. Now I can fun run with friends again!
- Getting healthy. The knee, the hip, the stomach. Time to heal, stupid body parts. Go team!
- Running shorter races. I think it could be fun to do some shorter races, like a 5K or something out of Central Park for a change. I won’t have to go crazy training and yet I can still get that “high on racing” feeling I’ve missed.
- Loving running again. It’s going to be a beautiful reunion. In the meantime, I’ll be cheering my guts out for the rest of you.
Also, here is a picture of a puppy licking a shoe:
That’s all for now.