I have some thoughts today that I’d like to share, but I can’t seem to find a way to make them all cohesively blend together into one big “cue the Full House end-of-episode music, it’s time to learn a lesson” theme.
So instead, I will give you the classic move of making a list and calling it “content.”
Are you ready? Let’s list-make.
1. I still don’t own a bike. I still really want one. My hula hoop isn’t cutting it when it comes to cross training.
2. I really like it when I’m at a subway station that has the local and express trains in both directions on the same level. Then, when all four trains pull up at the same time, I feel like the world is complete.
3. I like it when people ask me for directions and I can actually help them. It makes me feel like a New Yorker and not just a girl who moved here from New Hampshire and secretly wishes the city had more llamas prancing around.
4. My shin hurts. Kind of a lot. I had that great progression run yesterday, and I felt really good and strong the whole time. My shin felt a bit achy by the time I got to work, but I iced it and elevated it and decided I would resist hopping around on one leg. I saw Dr. Levine yesterday afternoon to get ART-ed and Grastoned, which as always felt fantastic.
Dr. Levine and I both noticed that my body is significantly tighter this week than last week. That’s not surprising, since I ran 15 miles over the weekend — longer than I had run in a while — and admittedly haven’t been as diligent about foam rolling and Stick-ing my legs throughout the day because I’ve been out of the office running around a lot this week.
I came back to work after my appointment, and not long after my shin just sort of spazzed. I think perhaps these are called “shin splints,” which is the fancy medical term for “F, I think my leg is about to fall off.” I limped around for a bit, iced some more and eventually the pain went away. Today it’s not too bad, but it is definitely not a day for running.
5. I am not sure I get the hype with epsom salt baths. Last night I got super zen. I did a Yoga for Runners On Demand workout in the comfort of my living room, with the lights off, and I was not embarrassed when Brian happened to come home in the exact moment that I was contorting myself into plow pose.
Oh you’re not familiar with plow pose? Let me explain it to you: You lie on your back, and then hoist yourself up onto your shoulders, and then dangle your legs up and over your head. If you are wearing the shortest shorts known to mankind (bright blue, spandex and incredible — thank you, job!) and a baggy shirt that rides up when you’re upside-down, this pose will not be super flattering to onlookers. You’ve been warned. Sorry you had to witness that, Brian.
Anyway, after my “yoga session,” I decided I would take an epsom salt bath, because people say it helps with recovery or something.
I don’t really know. But it just felt like a regular bath to me. It was nice and I relaxed and I got really hot and really bored after about six minutes or less, though I can’t say my legs are magically recovered. I thought epsom salt baths were supposed to be magical and instantly fix anything that might be ailing or in slight pain, but I guess that’s not the case. The “eucalyptus spearmint” scent was delightful though.
6. When I look back on old blog posts and see how many terrible self portraits I not only took of myself, but then posted on the Internet, I am slightly horrified. Then again, when I look back on almost any post, I find something about it that makes me question, “Why, Ali, why?” For example, yesterday when I thought I was cute and clever comparing myself to the chipmunks in Cinderella.
Turns out, those were mostly mice. Nice try, Ali. Next time try referencing Alvin, Simon or Theodore.
My point is, I’m wearing a pink skirt today, and I’m posting a photo of it that I took in the gym locker room this morning, simply because the skirt color makes me happy, and maybe it will also make you happy. Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t know what you’re into.
So that’s that. I just don’t think I can have a bad day when I’m wearing this color.
7. I took a spin class this morning. It was nothing special. It felt good to move my legs and I kept the resistance pretty low. Sort of an “active recovery day” if you will. I got to the gym really early, so I had lots of time to do a few of my favorite things, including butt exercises (strengthening those glutes!), foam rolling, tricep dips, stretching and planks. I PR’d in side planking this morning.
8. I love taking the AirTrain to JFK airport. It runs really smoothly and I think it’s fun when it starts going really fast. Like a roller coaster, only with luggage.
9. I feel my best in gym clothes. Fancy dresses don’t do it for me. Give me a tank top and shorts and I’m all “Confident Ali.” Add a little sweat glow on top of that — maybe a Garmin tan on my wrist — and I’m ready to rock.
10. I love seeing really really really tall people and really really really big dogs.
11. I hate standing still on escalators. I always walk up them. You get where you’re going twice as fast and don’t feel quite as lazy. It’s a great solution. Double time! Also, I refuse to get on the moving sidewalks in airports. They go, like, six feet.
12. I used to think “IM me” was a pickup line about how it’s cool to be yourself. When I was in fifth-ish grade, AOL was new and it was really cool to go online. Remember? You had to dial up and it was the worst thing in the world if someone at your house picked up the phone while you were trying to connect. (Unless you were “rich” and had more than one phone line in your house. You lucky, lucky child.) Anyway, we had a family screen name at the time, because I wasn’t allowed to have my own yet, and I remember my best friend Becky would come over and we’d go into those chat rooms that AOL had. Every now and then someone would be like A/S/L? And if they liked what you responded (“Definitely 18/F/my mom says I can’t tell you that”), they’d say, “IM me.” Up until about last year, I thought that meant “I am me.” I always wondered why I was supposed to be impressed by this. OK, so you’re…yourself? That’s awesome. Psyched for you, man.
IT MEANS “INSTANT MESSAGE ME.”
You knew that already, I realize. But I was a fool. I never IM’d people. I never had those private conversations. I thought everyone else was stupid for using the same lame online pickup line. Also, I was 12. I wanted to talk to people about dance, not dating.
Please stop judging me.
13. Often times the first thing I think about in the morning is what I’m going to have for dinner.
I feel like a lot of my day revolves around what’s for dinner. If I know I’m going to have pasta, that means I won’t also have pasta for lunch. It all trickles down throughout the day and it’s all connected. This morning, on my walk from the gym to the office, I called Brian — it was 7:30 AM — to discuss what he wanted to do for dinner tonight. He didn’t even come up with a response. He didn’t even care. And now it’s all I can think about, and I’m most likely going to start a list of “possible dinner options” as soon as I have a moment.
14. I need new sneakers. I think part of the reason I’ve been having some pain could be because my shoes are too big. I tried on a few pair last night, thinking maybe I should switch it up, but ultimately I decided I’m going to stick with the Brooks Adrenalines, just a half size smaller.
Next paycheck, I know where you’re going!
15. Life is good. Really really good. My shin hurts a little, but I’m healthy and the sun is out and I’m going to have a turkey sandwich for lunch. I just don’t see anything wrong with this day.
DO WE HAVE ANYTHING IN COMMON? I like random facts. Let’s hear yours.