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Thankful Things Thursday: Cold & Cheery
I somehow made it out of bed to run this morning.
I am still cold.
How did I do this for the last two winters? I remember running just about every morning last winter — always in shorts and the trusty legwarmers — and I don’t remember it being too dramatic. But it seems so much more difficult now. Or maybe I’ve just lost that gritty, tough edge I so totally had before…
Anyway, I’m still freezing. My three-minute hot shower didn’t do much to warm me up, and the steady breeze coming in through the office window isn’t helping the redness in my Rudolph nose go away. Oh and I don’t have an appropriate winter coat.
But hey, I ran. So that’s a good thing.
It’s pretty easy to find plenty to be thankful for during the holiday season. People are generally in better moods it seems, and life is a little more sparkly. There’s a pop of glitter everywhere and you’re never far from some perky rendition of “All I Want For Christmas Is You.”
My favorite rendition is the Ali Feller Bedtime Classic.
Brian hates it.
But I say: Abolish the hate! Embrace the love! Get grateful and throw confetti in the air!
With that big dose of enthusiasm, let’s celebrate Thankful Things Thursday.
I’m thankful for online shopping. I’m almost done my holiday shopping and I haven’t walked into a single store. I’m also pretty sure I’ve scored free shipping on just about everything.
I’m thankful for hilarious Dance Spirit staff meetings where “getting together quickly to discuss cover lines” turn into 90-minute laugh-fests.
I’m thankful for my endless supply of Bed Bath & Beyond 20% off coupons. My mom apparently collects (hoards) them for me and, sometimes so do her friends from school and aerobics and stuff. I never have — and likely never will — paid full price for anything at that fantastic home goods store. Why pay $9.99 for a cutting board when you can get it for $7.99?
I don’t need cutting boards.
I don’t have knife skillz, after all.
But I do love a good discounted dish towel. So send me your coupons. Thanks.
I’m thankful for my health. I know, I say it every week and you’re sick of reading the same crap every Thursday. Guess what? I don’t care. (Love you.)
After this year, I never want to take my health for granted. I’m still feeling good going into this crazy time of year, and I’m so glad.
Maybe the way this year is wrapping up is a metaphor for racing. Watch what I’m about to do here:
- I tried to do too much at the beginning of the year. Race translation: I went out too fast.
- Then I got really sick. Race translation: Going out too fast usually means you’ll blow up later in the race.
- I kept being sick. Race translation: Mile 22 of a marathon will always hurt, but it’ll hurt even more if you spring miles 1–5.
- I slowed down. Race translation: This is the same as what it means in life. No translation needed.
- I got healthy. Race translation: Don’t be dumb.
- I wrapped up the year with some solid racing, in good health, happiness, joy and deck the halls with boughs of Gu. Race translation: Always go for negative splits. Start slow and finish strong.
I just negative split the hell out of 2012. Ka-boom!
God, I make so much sense sometimes.
I’m thankful there is almost always someone I can turn to in my life who will understand. Whether I need to vent about my morning commute, air out my inner crazies or bounce business ideas around (I Heart Sweat legwarmers, right? No? Yes?), I feel fortunate to have someone in my life to fill every selfish need I have.
I’m thankful Granny Smith apples always seem to be in season. I like them to be extra crunchy and face-puckeringly sour. I’ve had good luck with green apples lately.
I’m thankful I’m not training for anything right now. It’s nice to just run when I want to, sleep when I feel like it and never care about the pace or mileage I’m hitting. I’m hoping to try some of the classes I put off attending for the past two years at some point, like Physique 57, and I’m planning to take a break from running entirely for a not-yet-determined amount of time in December (a week? two weeks?). I still haven’t decided if I’m going to run a spring marathon or maybe train for a spring half marathon, but either way I know I need some solid time out of the Brooks before I do that, or else I’ll be on the fast track to Burnout City.
I went there once, and I hated it.
I’m thankful this year is almost over. I’m ready for a new one!
I’m thankful for giraffes. My obsession continues to escalate.
I’m thankful for pico de gallo. Jarred salsa makes me want to barf. Give me the good, chunky stuff without all the thick juice.
I’m thankful I get to see my family again in just a few weeks. Tyler will probably be walking, talking and doing calculus by then.
They grow up so fast.
I’m thankful for days when the downtown 6 train is uncrowded and efficient. Like today. The train showed up right away, it was practically empty and I got a seat. If that sets the tone for the day, I’d say we’re in for a good one.
So let’s get on with it.
Have a wonderful Thursday, everyone! We’ve almost survived the first full week back at work and I’ve just about finished digesting all the turkey. Way to go! Yippee hooray!
NOW YOU SAY STUFF: What are you thankful for today? Baby books? Elmo? Inky pens? Ballpoint pens? Highlighter pens? Mechanical pencils? School supplies? Three-hole punchers? Winning the lottery?