I missed you yesterday.
I was home sick from work, and in true Ali fashion I hardly used my sick day to actually rest. Sometimes I’m so dumb. Instead of laying down and eating grilled cheese sandwiches (my favorite sick day food), I made a gigantic To Do list and tackled it while “Beverly Hills 90210” kept me entertained in the background. Emily Valentine, you are the worst. You suck at singing and no one likes you. OK I guess Brandon likes you. But you really screwed things up there at West Beverly for an hour or two.
So anyway, I’m paying for yesterday’s overzealous ambitious today, because I’m actually feeling a little rotten this morning. I’m super dizzy and there were a few moments last night when I wasn’t sure if I was going to throw up or fall over. Brian says I’m dehydrated and he tried to drag me into a Japanese market this morning to buy some coconut water. He tried to convince me it would taste “just like chocolate milk,” but I know that he’s lying, just like all you people who told me that Vanilla Bean Gu would taste “like frosting.”
Stop trying to trick me into eating gross things!
I will spend my day gulping down water and attempting to rehydrate, and in the meantime I will also be thankful, because today is Thankful Things Thursday.
I’m thankful for sleep. I used to think sleep was overrated. I didn’t need very much of it to function, and sometimes that’s still the case. But lately, I’ve been crashing hard at night and mastering the art of dominating the snooze button. When my alarm went off yesterday morning, there was no way I was climbing out of bed. I felt like I was laying there with bricks on top of me. And so I slept and slept and slept.
I’m thankful for Coach Cane. I don’t know if he’s amazing or just plain crazy, but he has agreed to coach me as I train for the Eugene Marathon!
I talked to him about Eugene a few times over the past couple weeks, and on Monday I told him I was going to tweak my Hamptons training plan and pray to the running world for a PR. His first response immediately calmed any nerves I had about a shorter-than-normal training plan: “You’ll be fine. If you ran 160 miles last month that’s plenty to build off of. I’d get up to 16 this weekend. Don’t panic. It does no good.” Advice taken, Coach!
So then we talked a bit more seriously about my plans, and I thought about my options:
- Train on my own and hope it works out.
- Find a way to scrounge up the little bit of cash I’d need to officially “hire” Coach Cane, and feel much more confident when I fly across the country to toe the starting line in Oregon on April 29.
And suddenly I was sending an email back to Coach Cane saying I’d love for him to coach me, I’m going to make it work, and I promise not to be too high maintenance. One of those things was a lie, but I think he bought it.
Finally, before I move on to the next thankful topic, here’s another Coach Cane gem for you: “I don’t want you to just recycle the previous plan because you’re a better, more experienced runner now. Just doing the same program would almost definitely result in a PR because of that, but I think you can do better than just an accidental PR. I’d rather emphasize miles and cut back some on the intensity this time around. I think with the Thursday team runs, solid long runs and an overall increase in volume, that you should be waiting at the finish line to cheer on the 4-hour marathoners with a smug smile on your face.”
I will now start practicing my smug smile, because my coach told me to.
Also, he may have mentioned something about “needing to see a solid half marathon out of me” in the near future. Shoot…
I’m thankful for my job. I get to do what I love every single day. I get to write and I get to interact with talented young people and also Facebook isn’t blocked here. All good things, no?
I’m thankful for my proximity to Central Park. It’s only a few blocks away and that is super convenient when it comes to my little running habit. Even though I didn’t feel excellent this morning, I still made it out for 7 miles. They weren’t fast and they weren’t easy, but being in the park will always make me feel good. And there was snow!
I’m thankful for Starbucks bathrooms. As much as I love Central Park, I don’t love that the bathrooms aren’t consistently open. So when the tennis court bathrooms failed me this morning, I left the park and darted for a Starbucks. Nice little start to my day. I wanted to get a few miles in after my pit stop, so I headed toward the East River and caught an exceptional sunrise.
I’m thankful for people who realize that bathrooms are out of toilet paper and stock it with napkins instead. Hey, it’s better than nothing.
I’m thankful for Pentel markers. I was obsessed with them while I was in school, and I still have a handy collection at my apartment now. I used them a lot yesterday and they made everything I had to write look so much more beautiful.
I’m thankful for my cheap yet versatile Express dress. I stopped shopping there a while ago because I just wasn’t into it, but I happened to go into an Express a few weeks ago and picked up this black cotton dress for $40. I have since worn it both to the beach and to The Palace Hotel for cocktails.
Solid investment, don’t you think?
I’m thankful for my dad. He is the smartest, hardest-working, coolest, best guy I know, and today is his birthday. Dad, I hope you take it easy today and do something fun, like visiting your daughter in New York City. I’ll take you out to a fancy dinner at 16 Handles. Excellent.
And now I’m off to steady myself and hope I don’t fall off my chair. I feel drunk, but I assure you I’m not.
NOW YOU DO IT, TOO! Tell me what you’re thankful for today!