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Thankful Things Thursday: It Gets Better
That’s what I keep telling myself.
When things suck, it’s because they’re eventually going to be awesome again.
For a very long time, I had no complaints in life.
These days, I have quite a few, most of which revolve around that nice “Crohn’s” word.
But I am trying so, so hard — in between the sprints to the office bathroom and the sad frustration I feel upon hearing the words “Central Park” — to remain positive and optimistic about a bright, flare-free future. I’m sure it’s coming.
I think that sets the appropriate tone for another round of Thankful Things Thursday, don’t you? Yee haw!
Sorry that I just said yee haw.
I’m thankful for my new doctor. He’s a gem. I am slightly disappointed that after three doses of steroids, I’m still not feeling any better. At all. I enjoyed a fever-less night, but I was restless and spent some overnight time in the bathroom. I was back in there for a while this morning, again unable to run or even consider the possibility of running. Usually the ‘roids kick in after just a dose or two, but maybe this round will take longer. Still, I’m happy to be under the care of someone who is attentive, smart and conveniently located.
I’m thankful for the doorman in the fancy building on 96th & Lexington who let me use his sketchy basement bathroom. You’d think I would have been able to make it from the hospital to my apartment — a mere five minute walk — but apparently not. As I headed home from the doctor on Tuesday, I made a mad dash for Starbucks, only to find a line three people deep. Unacceptable. If you do not have Crohn’s, you may not use my public bathrooms.
Luckily, the kind gentleman perched on his stoop outside The Carnegie Something Apartments let me down into his lair (that sounds dirty — which the bathroom really was) and saved my life. Basically. He was really nice about it. Maybe because I was sweating a little.
I’m thankful I broke a real sweat last night! Not the Crohn’s fever kind! I took a spin class. I don’t remember the last time I took a spin class. It was so amazing, and Magical Matt was the instructor, and it was everything I needed. I didn’t push very hard, and the standing climbs made my stomach rumbly, but I stayed in the room for the entire 45 minutes and felt so, so good. I miss my runner’s highs, but this was a pretty sweet substitute.
After the class, I thought, “Hey, I feel kinda good right now! I survived! I wonder how I’d do running…” I went onto a treadmill in the gym and lasted a whopping .2 miles before I was bolting for the closest bathroom stall. Oh well. I gave it a shot.
I’m thankful for polka dots.
Most of the time when I feel terrible I’m likely to power through life in yoga pants and a dry-fit top. Preferably of the racer-back variety. But today, after I attempted a bike ride in the park and had to cut it short on account of the obvious, I needed a pick-me-up. And since ice cream for breakfast didn’t seem like the best option, I went with the next best thing: a polka-dotted outfit.
I’m thankful for ice cream. I’m fairly certain that every doctor, nutritionist or person who is alive would advise not eating cookies and ice cream during a flare-up. It’s all dairy, and then there’s the sugar, and then there’s the hot chocolate chip cookie underneath it…a dietary disaster, sure. But guess what? It makes me happy.
Did eating that massive pile of whipped cream, ice cream and hot cookie thrill my intestines? Maybe not. But did I enjoy 10 minutes of a sundae-induced sugar high that gave me loads of joy? You bet I did.
I’m thankful for the September issue of Dance Spirit. It’s my first as editor in chief, and I’m so happy with how it came out.
From picking the cover subjects, to orchestrating their photo shoot in L.A. (so fun), to editing all the stories that went into this issue, I’m proud to have my name on this piece of work.
It’s not until the October issue that I’ll have my own editor’s note, but I’m pretty pumped about it. Like, jazz hands pumped.
Oh relax. I haven’t posted jazz hands in like a year. They’re fun. And I’m thankful for them.
I’m thankful for great words of wisdom. Not running sucks, but taking forced time away does give me a chance to mentally prepare for my return. I’ve always been a bit of a disaster on race days and I have this cute habit of choking on the course, particularly in the second half (positive splitting — I’m so good at it). My issues are mostly in the brain area, and when I read this in Running Times I was like “that is the stuff I need to have in my head!”
My favorite part is “You are stronger and tougher than those you will beat.” Excellent advice for when I want to stop during mile 20 — or mile six — of the marathon. I’m going to tape this to my hand or something. I dig it.
I’m thankful for Tyler!
Every week. Get used to it.
Last night, at three months and one day old, Tyler rolled over! I am a very proud aunt. He accomplished more last night than I did. Good job, buddy!
I’m thankful for friends who make me feel better when I feel like giving up, and who make me feel loved even from far away. You’re all keepers.
I’m thankful I have no plans this weekend. It was nice to get away last weekend for Brian’s race, but this weekend I’m hoping I’ll be back up and running — literally — and I can relax and enjoy myself. And also buy a bike.
That’s all I’ve got for today.
Steroids, do your thing. Get to work.
AND YOU DO YOUR THING, TOO: Tell me what you’re thankful for today! Try not to talk too much about your “OMG amazing run” and your “super awesome training” because that will depress me. So basically, tell me about how you’re thankful for food and puppies. Thanks.