I woke up this morning ridiculously happy for many reasons:
- I had a great night last night that was equal parts fun and productive. I painted my toenails, baked a dessert for this weekend, cleaned and put together my new (used) coffee table, and then I had dinner and drinks with a friend.
- I wasn’t sweating.
- It was 72 degrees outside but there was no humidity.
- I didn’t feel tired — I felt excited and ready to run.
- I had a new outfit to wear to work.
- Today is my Friday!
Among other reasons.
But then my day got started and things went downhill pretty rapidly.
Coach Cane wanted me to run 6.5 miles today (two laps of the extended Bridle Path in Central Park). He instructed me to just get the miles in and not worry about my pace.
I was loving this plan.
And for the first four miles I was smiling like a maniac as I trotted through a packed Central Park at 5:45 am.
Seriously, the number of morning risers in this city is awesome. I love being one of them…even if it means I cannot for the life of me stay up past 12 am.
But around mile four, my stomach said, “You’re done. Nice try.”
I was pissed.
I had to stop and walk a few times before eventually sprinting awkwardly back to my apartment. I ended up running 6 miles, not quite the 6.5 Coach wanted, but they weren’t great.
You know what would be great? If my stomach would learn to chill the F out in the mornings.
After that I took a lovely shower, packed a lovely lunch, and then waited and waited and waited for a not-so-lovely downtown train.
Then it arrived and it was packed.
Then I had to wait to transfer to another one.
Then a lady coughed on me — seriously, she got spew on my arm — and did not apologize. Nor did she appreciate my nasty glare in return.
I’m thankful that it’s after Memorial Day, which means I can wear white without feeling that tiny twinge of guilt. I know, those rules are so outdated. But I still feel like my grandmother would want me to hold off on the white pants — which I wore yesterday — until after it’s deemed “appropriate.”
I’m thankful I have a coffee table! Since I moved into my apartment two months ago (exactly!), I have eaten my meals at my desk, off my lap and on the living room floor. Now I have a slightly more appropriate place to eat, thanks to my dear friend Lauren.
This is Lauren’s table from her old apartment, which she no longer needed when she moved in with her boyfriend. Lucky me: She held onto it and stored it at her mom’s house. Even luckier me: She let me have it, and her brother drove it into the city this week for me.
Free furniture? Yes, please! Thanks, Lauren!
I’m thankful the humidity is gone. Running this morning — despite, you know, the issues — was glorious thanks to the dry air. I even blow-dried my hair today for the first time in, well, a while.
I’m thankful for new clothes. Today’s outfit is courtesy of the J.Crew outlet in sweet old New Hampshire. I’m not sure if I’m sold on the way I’ve put it together, but I’m excited to own a denim button-down shirt and love the flashy color of the skirt.
I’m thankful my office decided to liven up the bathroom a little. This week a plant appeared on the counter. It’s nothing major, but the presence of that plant makes an impressive difference in my mood.
I’m thankful I’m getting out of town. Tomorrow morning I’ll join Lauren and her family for a stress-free weekend in Fire Island. I can’t wait to sit on the beach, relax and take outdoor showers. Mentally and physically this trip is long overdue.
I’m thankful for hot pink highlighters. I just like them. They’re flashier than yellow.
I’m thankful for sarcasm. I would die without it.
I’m thankful for graph paper. It’s where I prefer to make all my lists.
I’m thankful I’m in second place! Fundraising for Run For The Rabbit is going well so far and I’m thrilled that I’ve raised nearly $1,500 for the Crohn’s & Colitis Foundation of America. You know what would be even better than second place? First place. If you want to help me get there, click here to donate. And let me know if you make a donation so that I can email you professing my love, adoration and appreciation.
I’m thankful I’m able to run. I know I’ve complained a lot lately about my frustrations with my stomach preventing me from reaching my full running potential, but don’t get me wrong: I know I’m incredibly lucky to have two legs, working lungs and the ability to run at all. Some days are tough and my run doesn’t go as planned, but it usually still happens, and I’m so grateful for that.
YOU GO: What are you thankful for today? New shoes? A new man in your life? The removal of an old man from your life? I’d love to know what’s putting you in a good mood today. Thanks.