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Thankful Things Thursday: On Learning To Do What's Best For Ali
So remember yesterday when I wrote about “the night sweats not being too bad” and how I luckily “didn’t totally sweat through my new sheets.”
I take it back.
I take it all back.
I’m Crohnsier than ever today, and while I’m not thrilled about it, I am willing to focus on all the wonderful things in life. And there are plenty of wonderful things in life.
Let’s talk about them: Thankful Things Thursday time!
I’m thankful for all your nice comments on yesterday’s post. There were some great suggestions in there, but mostly what I took away from my therapeutic little writing session yesterday is that I need to start putting myself, and my health, first. I love doing things for other people, but I can’t do so much anymore if it means I’m going to suffer as a result. Then nobody wins!
I’ve decided that June is going to be The Month of Me. I don’t think that sounds narcissistic or selfish at all.
But really, January through May has all been so intense and each day has had so much packed in, and so I can’t be all that surprised I’ve been sick and breaking down. In June, I have far fewer social obligations and that is instantly calming.
In June I will learn to say “no.”
In June I will only travel if it’s because I really want or need to.
In June I will make time to relax.
In June I will stretch. And do yoga. I swear.
In June I will continue to eat my feelings.
I see nothing wrong with that.
I’m thankful I’m still able to run. There was a very short period when this was not the case. Remember? I was a little injured? I think I may have mentioned it, like, once. I don’t know. I didn’t make a big deal about it. DRAMA-FREE ZONE.
So even though the runs I’ve gone on the past few days have included many “oh shit this is about to get bad real quick” stops at bathrooms, I’m still running in between stops, and that is something I’m truly grateful for.
Yesterday I was on my way to the park and had to run into a luxury building on 5th Avenue to beg a doorman to let me into a bathroom. He escorted me down to the laundry room and let me into the bathroom — and when I exited I discovered that he had been waiting outside the door for me the whole time. Sorry, dude. But also thank you.
There was also an urgent “Please, Best Buy employee lady, let me into your employee-only bathroom that is locked with a key pad,” stop when I ran out for lunch yesterday.
It’s all good.
Eventually my stomach won’t hurt, and I’ll be running just fine. In the meantime, I’m thankful it’s happening at all.
I’m thankful to have a childhood best friend.
I have known and been best friends with Becky since we were four. We went to school together, danced together, and she was the one who got me drunk for the first time…
…and she spent that fateful night cleaning up my gin vomit that I managed to spew all over my mom and dad’s house.
That’s friendship, right there.
On Saturday, Becky will get married, and I’ll get to be the one standing up there next to her. You know, in addition to her fiancé. He’ll be there, too. He’s great. And tall. You know how much I like tall people.
Our pre-wedding schedule is jam-packed, and my goal is to make sure Becky has fun. Bonus if I have a good time, too, but that’s not really what I’m concerned with. It means a lot to me to know that Becky and I have been friends for most of our lives, and that despite living in different cities since we were 13, we’ve stayed close.
I’m thankful — and so excited — I’m seeing my parents this weekend. Heck yeah they’ll be at the wedding, too. Even though I just saw them last weekend for a few hours, I can’t wait to hug them again.
I’m thankful for Tyler!!! My brother says he’s breathing better!
It’s so crazy that my brother is a dad — and a pretty good one, it seems! Though really, it’s not that surprising. When we were young, Ryan spoiled the crap out of me. He would make money by being all entrepreneurial (he would run a lemonade stand or whatever, and I’d play with Barbies inside) and instead of spending the money on himself, he’d use it to buy me presents.
Way to set me up for a lifetime of high expectations, Ry.
I’m thankful for really bright toenail polish. Currently sporting: hot pink. It makes me happy.
I’m thankful for my runner friends who like cheese. Again, Ali, with the dairy. Come on. Learn a lesson. I wasn’t exactly at my best last night, but I did go out with some of my favorite runner friends for a night of beer and cheese. I opted out of the beer, ate the cheese and then had to bail early when my stomach was cursing my poor dietary decisions.
I’m thankful for Brian and his unwavering patience and support. Sometimes I am seriously shocked he continues to live with me and put up with my shit. I admittedly haven’t been easy to deal with over the past few months, and he has stood by me.
Last night, I went to bed just after 11:00.
Brian didn’t come to bed until 2:30 AM.
Because he stayed up to finish stuffing, labeling and stamping envelopes so all the Sweat shirts could get in the mail before we leave for Charlotte this afternoon.
I am so incredibly grateful that he did this. Mind = blown. I feel better leaving for a few days knowing the shirts are all out of the apartment and on their way to their sweaty owners. Enjoy! (And thank Brian. I seriously had so little to do with all this.)
That’s all for today. I’m on a 4:30 PM flight down to Charlotte and then wedding weekend begins! My fingers are crossed that I don’t Crohn’s at the alter. (Just kidding. I already promised Becky that wouldn’t happen. Yikes.)
Have a great weekend!
AND SHARE, BECAUSE YOU KNOW I LOVE TO HEAR IT: What are you thankful for today? Cheese? Eating in bed? Old friends? New friends? Not having Crohn’s?