I have a lot to be thankful for today, so let’s get right down to it!
I’m thankful for my new, wonderfully fluffy, bright orange comforter. Have I not obsessed over this enough this week? I know, I have. But seriously, this blanket is magical and I can’t wait to complete the set with some smashing new pillowcases. I slept so soundly under these blankets last night that my bed was still basically made on top of me when I woke up this morning. Great timesaver.
I’m thankful for puppies. I squeezed in my prescribed 3-mile run last night after going to a dance show near my apartment. I very rarely run at night, and I forgot how nice it can be (minus the fact that my belly was filled with food — I’m very much an empty stomach runner). Also, there are way more puppies out at night than there are at 6 am.
I’m thankful for the East River running path. I love it in the morning and in the afternoon. I love it in the evenings and underneath the moon. I mostly love it in the morning, but being out there last night was surprisingly peaceful, despite the fact that there were tons of people out enjoying the area.
I’m thankful I cooked something new! You rarely read about my cooking experiences on the blog because they are pretty much non-existant. I eat a lot of fish, which is boring, and I make a lot of pasta, which is delicious and boring. But ever since last weekend’s incredible dinner at Alta, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about brussels sprouts. I didn’t even know I liked this particular vegetable, but we all couldn’t get enough and ended up ordering extra servings.
So last night, post-run, I dragged my sweaty butt into the grocery store and bought some sprouts. I followed a simple recipe that came up with a “how to cook brussels sprouts easily + impossible to mess up” Google search, which instructed me to cut the ends off the sprouts, cut the sprouts in half, then toss them in a bowl with some olive oil, salt and pepper.
Naturally I didn’t have salt. Who doesn’t have salt??? Clearly I don’t cook or salt my food. I added some garlic powder, because in my mind those things are the same.
I threw them in the oven at 400-something degrees and they were so good!
I’m thankful for good advice from nice people. As I mentioned, last night I attended a dance show. I actually went with Coach Cane and his amazing, super speedy runner wife, Nicole (they are probably the cutest couple ever — ever). Naturally most of our conversations centered around running. Here’s how one particular intermission conversation went:
Ali: So Coach Cane, there’s nothing on my training plan for Friday. It’s blank.
Coach Cane: That means rest.
Ali: But it doesn’t say rest. It just says nothing.
Coach Cane: It means rest.
Ali: Well can I do a yoga class?
Coach Cane: Yes, yoga is fine.
Ali: So can I do a spinning class?
Coach Cane: No.
Ali: You’re mean and I hate rest days.
Nicole: [Laughs] If you hate rest days, it means you’re not working hard enough on all the other days!
Oh snap. She made a solid point and I couldn’t get it out of my head all night and into this morning. I wasn’t working hard enough. Yes, I’m pushing myself and working out a lot. But speed wise, I can definitely work harder. I’m rarely gasping for breath at the ends of my runs. I stick with what’s comfortable. Operation Push Myself is on. Thanks, Nicole! You’re wise.
That being said, I’m thankful I pushed myself. This morning’s training planned called for a tempo run — my first one ever! I did a mile or so warm up, then ran one lap of the Central Park Reservoir at a comfortable pace. Then I did two more laps at my half marathon goal pace, which after the National Half is an 8-minute mile (or faster!). It was tough transitioning into the faster speed, which I rarely do except on race days, but it felt good. It felt hard, but it felt good. That’s what she said. Ugh. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. My legs were shot by the end, which was 7 miles including my cool down.
I’m thankful for Body Glide. I forgot what a pain in the butt summer running can be. More sweat + less clothing = chafe city.
I’m thankful for food. I know I’m early in the marathon training process, but already I’m eating like a beast. Not that that’s super different from normal life, but now I feel like I have a good excuse for spending $16 at the Whole Foods hot bar on giant pieces of Naan and ladle-sized globs of hummus.
I’m thankful I work in an office where sweatshirts are acceptable (at least I think they are — I haven’t really run into anyone yet today). At first, I put on a cute skirt and top this morning. Then I basically said, “No way. Not today,” and changed into jeans. Jeans and a button-down is obviously fine. Jeans and a button-down and the sweatshirt on top? If that doesn’t scream “I’m a classy professional,” I don’t know what does.
I’m thankful for Run For The Rabbit. I know, I keep saying this. But already I’ve met incredible people through this program and I’m learning so much about running from Coach Cane. I finally set up a Run For The Rabbit page on the blog, too!
NOW COMES MY FAVORITE PART: Tell me what you’re thankful for today, whether it’s a post-work beer (or six) that you’re looking forward to or the fact that it’s finally, really, not winter anymore.