It kind of feels like this entire week has been Thankful Things Thursday-ish. Every day I’ve felt compelled to push aside the negative, annoying things — remember, the Crohn’s/colitis/dysentery plague I’m fighting off — and focus solely on the great things in life.
And yes, there are more great things than frustrating things. I promise.
So on that note, I’ll jump right into it, because despite the fact that I’ve spent the majority of the past two weeks in various bathrooms, I’m feeling pretty pumped about today.
I’m thankful that I’ve made it to the office all week! The Steroids seem to be taking their sweet time to kick in and get me fully back to a healthy state, but last week I could barely get off the couch, and this week I’ve survived full (long) days at the office. Improvement! (Though, of course, I would rather be working from the comfort of my own couch…and pajamas.)
I know this flare-up may take longer than I had hoped to go away, but I also know that I’ve made significant positive developments in one week, so at this time next week I should be good to go!
I’m thankful for advice. All of the knowledge, tips and tricks, whether or not it will all work for me, is very much appreciated. Some people have told me to “only eat vegetables” and others say “vegetables kill my stomach.” Everyone is different, and I get that, and I’m doing my best to figure out what exactly my body can take. In the meantime, I’m completely fascinated learning more about the lovely digestive system every day.
I’m thankful for Lauren. She came to my marathon and I think that is awesome. Who does that?
Plus, she emails Crohn’s disease directly, which is cool. A sample from yesterday:
Dear Crohn’s (and possibly colitis),
Stop screwing with Pancake’s tummy. (Yes, she calls me Pancake. There’s a story there, but I can assure you it’s not very interesting.) She has a lot of food to eat next weekend. And if you ruin her fun times, I will destroy you.
Lona (Yes, I call her Lona. Also not an interesting story.)
Lauren, thank you for being such a good friend. I’m grateful. It’s always nice to surround yourself with fantastic people. It’s even better knowing they will always be there for you when you need them. Lauren is one of those people.
I’m thankful I live in NYC where I get to see famous people sometimes. I’m not big on the celebrity bandwagon because frankly, I just don’t care very much about total strangers who happen to have lots more money than I do. I’m not bitter. Clearly. But on Monday night, I left the gym and some dude on the sidewalk slammed into me, and I was like, “WTF man?” And then I looked up and it was Adam Carolla. You know, from “Love Line.” Did no one else watch that show on MTV? It was so scandalous. People stood behind a curtain and made sex confessions to Dr. Drew. And then yesterday on the subway I was getting off the train as Scott Adsit from “30 Rock” was getting on. Cool. Celebrities. They’re just like us. Except, you know, richer and better looking and stuff.
I’m thankful for exercises that are fun. I hate push-ups. Hate them with a passion. I also hate lunges. But there are things I love doing, and for that I’m grateful. Crunches (yeah, yeah, they’re apparently pointless I’ve been told, but you get to do them laying down!), tricep dips and planks are my favorites and I somehow get through them with a smile on my face.
I’m thankful for Matt, my always-enthusiastic, never-in-a-bad-mood spinning instructor. I didn’t feel great going into yesterday’s class, obviously, but his attitude made me temporarily forget about my ongoing war with my stomach. I felt fine during all the seated portions throughout class, even though the standing parts weren’t a blast. Still, when Matt Tweeted me after class, my day was complete.
Yes, I am a total teacher’s pet. Always have been. Not ashamed.
I’m thankful to have a training buddy! It’s been tough not working with Coach Cane after months of being under his very careful direction. I miss him. I am enjoying not having such a strict running regimen since, frankly, I wouldn’t be able to stick to it right now anyway. But I’m really excited that Brian is training for his very first half marathon, and that I get to train alongside him! It’s much easier waking up in the morning when you’ve got someone else to sweat with.
This morning, after some not-too-pleasant trips to the bathroom (keeping it sexy, always), Brian and I hit up Central Park together. I had to make several stops throughout the run, which was so frustrating, and I’m annoyed that I wasn’t able to hang onto the pace I would have liked. But I know that once this disease is out of my system for a while, I’ll be crushing my goal pace, and Brian will probably appreciate not having to make all those stops. I covered 5.5 miles, the weather was humid and when I wasn’t stopped in pain, I loved every minute of that run. Seriously.
I’m thankful I’m not traveling this weekend. This will be the first weekend in as long as I can recall that I won’t be packing a suitcase! I can’t wait. The plan is to lay low, try to get a decent run in Saturday morning and get plenty of rest. I’m honored to have been invited to Mrs. Coach Cane’s baby shower on Saturday (she’s my hero) and on Sunday Brian and I are doing a food tour of Greenwich Village, which was a Christmas gift from my parents last year. Steroids, you hear that? Kick in by Sunday, because I’ve got food to enjoy.
I’m thankful I ran a marathon. Despite the fact that I post at least one marathon photo every day…
…I still have trouble acknowledging that I did, in fact, run 26.2 miles. At one time. For fun. My legs seem to finally be recovering, so that’s good, too.
I’m thankful for leg warmers. I’ve been wearing them home from the gym every night. And then I run errands while wearing them. And then I wear them over to Brian’s. And he doesn’t know it yet, but I’m developing a small collection of leg warmers at his apartment. Oops.
Leg warmer season is here, people. Embrace it.
I’m thankful for good bras. Yeah. I am. That’s an easy one.
I’m thankful it’s shaping up to be a beautiful day in NYC. Seems the rain is behind us and a gorgeous weekend is in store.
I’m thankful for people who look like their dogs. They are hilarious.
And just like that, another day that could have been sucky is looking up. Crohn’s disease is so lame for thinking it even stands a chance against me. What a joke.
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO DO NOW: Share your own thankful thoughts! Happy to be tapering, upcoming marathoners? Appreciative that you have a job? Glad you have family nearby? Excited that it’s almost the weekend? Get down with your grateful selves. I’m embarrassed I just said that. Have a nice day.