It’s a beautiful day in New York City — and it’s the first day of summer!
I can think of no better way to start the day than with a Central Park run.
But we’ll get back to that.
First I will tell you that I made something good last night. It didn’t agree with my stomach (nothing does these days) but it was dang good and I was proud of myself.
A typical dinner in the life of Ali is pasta with jarred marinara sauce. Basically the easiest thing in the world. I am a total waste in the kitchen. (I’m an excellent taste-tester though — take note, NYC people who like to cook.)
So last night I got all crazy. I microwaved some frozen spinach and added it to the bowl of pasta.
Am I a genius?
And I’m certainly no chef, and I will never convert to being a food blogger (you’re welcome, online world). But this meal was filling and delicious and I have a ton left over for lunch today.
So like I said, this meal was magical but it made me feel like crap afterward (something to look forward to again post-lunch today I suppose).
And here’s the thing: I’m on Prednisone. A low dose of Prednisone. And in my mind I’m saying it’s working. Yesterday I talked about being dizzy, and I don’t know what’s happening there. It’s just a mystery at this point. I’m hoping to make it over to the doctor today to figure some things out.
But I’m tired of writing about Crohn’s Disease and I’m tired of writing about being sick. All my life, despite having this disease, I’ve never considered myself to be a “sick” person. When I get my Remicade infusion every 8 weeks at the hospital, I sit in a room with people who are sick. People who have to go through intense rounds of chemotherapy and people who have had massive, life-changing surgeries.
I refuse to be sick.
So I’m not.
Wear a favorite dress = don’t feel sick.
Obviously it’s not that simple, but I’m working to find a balance between giving in to the disease a little bit — by cutting down on two-a-day workouts, for example — and continuing to live my normal life.
Last night I went to the gym to get in my Coach Cane-instructed cross training workout. I did a Chisel class and felt surprisingly good. When I didn’t think about the fact that I was dizzy, I felt fine, which further confirms my suspicion that so much of how I’m feeling is mental and stress-induced.
I bring it on myself. Silly Ali.
After Chisel, I decided to do a little spinning. I hadn’t been to a Monday night class in a while and it felt so good to be back. I didn’t turn up the resistance as high as I normally would have, but when I was in the zone, pushing those pedals around the bike, I wasn’t thinking about Crohn’s or dizziness or the race I’m completely terrified to run this weekend.
I just forgot about being “sick.”
I promise I’m not in denial. I know I have a disease, I know I need to take care of myself. But I also know that dwelling on the same issues day in and day out will only drive me crazy, not help me feel better.
After the gym I ate my magical pasta concoction (all you legitimate food bloggers must be shaking your heads at me right now) and then felt like crap for a little while. No big deal.
I continued feeling not-so-hot for about an hour this morning, but eventually felt fine enough to hit Central Park for a 6.5 mile tempo run.
Here’s what Coach Cane wanted me to do:
- 1 mile warm-up
- 1 mile at half marathon goal pace, 1/4 mile at slow pace (repeat three times)
- 1 mile cool-down
The verdict? Success!
This was another confidence-boosting run. I hit my half marathon goal pace (which right now is 8:00/mile) each time and held onto it for the full mile. I was pumped.
Of course, my confidence was somewhat shaken around mile 4 when I had to stop and use a bathroom.
Still, I felt great about this run. I’m accepting that the Fairfield Half Marathon this weekend may involve bathroom stops, and I’m OK with that. I’m slowly learning that not every race is a PR race, and that some races are just for learning. We’ll see what happens.
Central Park was alive and exciting this morning.
As I wrapped up my run in the park, I saw this little guy!
You know it’s going to be a good day when you have a pug sighting before 7 am.
You also know it’s going to be a good day when you drip sweat all over your hardwood floors and don’t care, because it makes you feel awesome.
No? Just me. Fine.
Lastly, want to hear something hardcore? So that crazy coach of mine — the beloved Coach Cane — honors the longest day of the year annually by hosting the No Sleep Til Brooklyn Century ride in Prospect Park. This 100 mile bike ride starts at 7 pm and includes 30 laps of hilly Prospect Park.
It’s basically my nightmare, but this group of badass riders, led by my own coach, will be riding until 1 am. So hop on Twitter and send @joncane some luck (not that he needs it) and love. He’s going to be up late tonight.
HERE’S AN UNRELATED TOPIC FOR US TO DISCUSS: It’s the first day of summer! What are you most excited about for this summer this year? My season will revolve around marathon training, but I’m also hoping to squeeze in fun activities along the way. Bronx Zoo? Day trips to the beach? Game on.