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All I Needed Was A Long Weekend
Tyler says hi.
At this time last week, I was a bit of a mess.
I was Crohnsing hard, I couldn’t really eat and my night sweating had nothing to do with humidity. My fever climbed well into the 100-degree range and what was happening in the bathroom every five minutes was, well, disgusting.
But now, one week — including a glorious three-day weekend — later, and it’s like I’m a new person.
I’m still sick, I suppose. My stomach is most definitely not back to normal and I’m slightly uncomfortable, but my habits aren’t as God-awful as they were a week ago. I can leave my apartment without having panic attacks about where the closest bathroom is located, and I’m not afraid of getting on the subway.
I could credit the Remicade, or the juicing. But I’m going to go ahead and say it was the long weekend that got me cruising back onto the right track.
The fact that it kicked off with a massage on Friday night may have helped, too.
While everyone in New York City seemed to flee the streets of Manhattan this weekend in search of beaches and fancy places, Brian and I were two of the few who stuck around — and it was awesome. We had the city to ourselves it seemed, and we took advantage without overdoing it.
I did some spinning, and more excitingly (for me, at least), I did some running!
The great thing about the weekends is that I don’t have to rush to get my run in. During the week, I have to be up and out the door quickly, which never really bodes well for my stomach and usually means I’m bolting for a not-likely-to-be-open Central Park bathroom before I’ve even covered a warm-up mile.
So on Saturday I was psyched that my stomach felt kind of calm by mid-morning, and I seized the opportunity. I did not care that it was already 90 (million) degrees outside. I didn’t plan on hitting a certain distance, and I knew it was a good idea to take it slow and just see what happened.
The result? My legs felt pretty fresh, I had no shin pain, I only needed two bathroom stops, and I knocked out double-digit miles.
I rode my runner’s high for a long time. Like, all weekend, in fact. And I ran on Sunday and Monday, too. Shorter and slower, but I still ran.
And I ran into friends!
Nicole (“Mrs. Coach Cane,” AKA my hero and my idol and the author behind this post that you absolutely need to read) was out for her long run with Simon in tow, and she convinced me to tag along. Tag along means “try to keep up, Feller,” which I did, barely. Also, let’s talk about her abs.
I asked Nicole how she’s “so ripped,” and she told me she doesn’t strength train at all. Instead she credits her OMG-so-awesome physique to speedwork. Note to self: Run faster, have six-pack. Sounds easy enough.
In between running and spinning, Brian and I made our way to the movies (What to Expect When You’re Expecting, which I actually kind of really liked because I’m easy to please and think Elizabeth Banks is fantastic), to Bed Bath & Beyond (we know how to rage), to a food festival at Madison Square Park and to brunch by the river.
My favorite part of the weekend was hanging out with Nicole, Simon and Coach Cane for the better part of the day on Sunday.
Coach Cane was like, “I will give you a bike,” and I was like, “I’M ON MY WAY.”
OK so I’m just borrowing the bike, so I can figure out what I like and not have to spend money renting one until I’m ready to invest. Coach Cane wanted to help, and I’m not going to say no to that. Also, picking up the bike meant spending an afternoon with Simon, who isn’t exactly amused by me, but is BFFs with Brian.
I was super excited to test-ride the bike, so I took it out for a little (slow) spin yesterday, and then again this morning.
I love it.
And I love biking.
My next investment absolutely needs to be bike shorts, because after many days of spinning and real bike riding, my crotch is kind of broken.
But it is.
In conclusion: I relaxed a lot this weekend, and I swear that’s why I’m starting to feel better. There’s still work to be done, and I’m still figuring out which foods I should and should not eat. But more importantly, I’m realizing just how important it is for me to learn to chill.
I don’t need a beach or a vacation to curb my stress — though those things certainly wouldn’t hurt if someone would like to finance such activities for me. I just need to prioritize and relax and not be a crazy bitch.
Don’t be a crazy bitch.
No one likes a crazy bitch.
Except Crohn’s. Crohn’s friggin’ flocks to the crazies.
Thus, don’t be crazy, don’t have Crohn’s.
OMG I CURED IT.
You’re welcome, science.
And how about a giveaway winner? After a record number of entries — for me, not for actual all-time giveaways in all the world — random.org has chosen a winner!
Congratulations to the winner of the Saucony Ride 5 really really bright and awesome sneakers!
Anna, you can now rock your Sauconys as you Body Pump your little heart out. Shoot me an email, please, at email@example.com with your mailing address and I’ll get you hooked up.
Thank you to everyone who entered! It’s good to know you like and want free shoes. I’ll keep that in mind.
That’s all I’ve got for you today. I hope everyone had a delightful long weekend! Tell me about it! Highlights?