Thursdays are great, do you know why? Because tomorrow is Friday. And then we get Saturday, and then Sunday.
So if you have any complaints in life today, maybe forget them for a few minutes so we can all enjoy a little rendition of Thankful Things Thursday. The weekend is right around the corner and I am feeling pretty good today. Here we go…
I’m thankful Nicole dragged me to yoga last night. She’s such a nice girl. She gave me the heads up last week that Pure Yoga (SO FANCY) was offering a free Yoga for Runners class in honor of National Running Day (that was yesterday, in case you missed the 2,620 blog posts and 131 Tweets about it). I will always attend something at Pure Yoga that is free. It’s amazing there and I love it. You’re not allowed to wear shoes at all…
…and everything is so clean and smells good. Even though everyone is barefoot.
I always say I “suck” at yoga, but Matt Giordano, our instructor, kicked off the class by saying “no one is good or bad at yoga” (pretty sure I disagree, since most times everyone around me is hanging out in headstand while I’m daydreaming down in child’s pose, but OK Matt, whatever you say). He was all, “something about levels, and there’s no beginner or advanced, and you’re all beautiful, and let’s achieve happiness in our breath and be friends.”
So that’s what we did. I think.
I tried to take lots of deep breaths, but mostly I was focused on the “holy crap my hips are stretching and it hurts but it feels good and now it hurts again and I’m dying and I’ll never walk normal again” poses. Lots of lunges. Lots of “firing up the quadriceps and hamstrings.” Lots of chair pose. I hate chair pose.
I loved the class, though. I went into it with a bubbly, crampy stomach (I’m not even blaming it on Crohn’s, I’m simply acknowledging that I am a girl and, you know) and didn’t think yoga was a good idea.
But it was! I didn’t even notice the crampiness going away, but looking back, I realize by the time Nicole and I pranced (yes, we pranced, or at least I did, in my head) out of Pure Yoga, my stomach was psyched about life again. Cool! Downward dog helps!
I’m so glad I went to the class. It’s always a struggle to get my butt into a yoga studio, but once I’m done I’m always happy about it. I try to remember that. Also, it was free. That helps. And Nicole thinks I was good, or at least that’s what she’s telling people, which is awesome.
I’m thankful Giant Tyler is one month old today! He’s happy, healthy and hanging out at home with his awesome mom. For the record, he is still cute. And I’m not biased just because I’m his aunt. It has been factually proven that Tyler is, in fact, an adorable kid.
I’m thankful for beautiful, perfect New York City mornings like today. Sun? Shining. Rain? Nowhere in sight. Clouds? I don’t see any. Roads? Dry. Bridle Path? Free of puddles.
It was warm enough this morning to run in a tank top and short shorts, but there was a sweet, cool breeze, so there was no chance of overheating. It really was an ideal start to the day.
I’m thankful my body — specifically my legs — decided to embrace the “recovery run” today. The other day I wrote about attempting to pick up my pace to see how I’d feel, and I got a whole lot of feedback about how I’m “doing it wrong” and “don’t need to be doing speedwork right now” and “should just be doing slow runs.” OK, fine. It was just one time and I don’t think running four miles at an 8:15ish pace will ruin my hopes and dreams for a November 4th marathon. But yeah, I’ll take your advice and I’ll do slow and steady runs for a while. Sounds good to me.
So this morning, it was six “slow and steady miles” in Central Park. I thought I’d be stiff and creaky since I’ve run a few days in a row now, but I felt good! Maybe it was all that yoga last night, or maybe it’s the fact that I’ve cooled it with the two-a-day workouts and my body isn’t quite so exhausted all the time. I don’t know. I am not a scientist. Or, you know, a running coach. Or even a very smart person.
I took my miles slowly, and I loved them, bathroom stops and all.
I’m thankful for my proximity to Central Park. I know, I say this all the time, but I’m so grateful I live near the most magical place in the city. Brian and I toyed with the idea of moving downtown where apartments were “cheap” (HAHAHA. Nothing in this dang city is cheap.), but I’m so glad we found an affordable place to live that’s right near the park. I love living so close by and getting to go there almost every day.
OK. Enough photos of the park. Moving on.
I’m thankful I found a perfect little satellite corner. It only took me two months to find a spot that’s remarkably close to my front door where my watch actually manages to pick up a signal, and quickly. I’m sure I just jinxed this forever, but for the past week I’ve found a happy, Garmin-approved corner, and it’s great because I don’t have to stand around for 45 minutes just waiting for a signal to load.
I’m thankful that for a brief time span yesterday, I got really excited about marathon training. It’s still a month away, but lately I’ve just been nervous and thinking that 26.2 miles sounds really F-ing far. The idea of doing long runs and sticking to a specific training plan made me more anxious than thrilled. Yesterday, though, I got a little jolt remembering that excited feeling before conquering an 18-miler, and the awesome satisfaction you get when you get to go on with your day knowing you had 20 miles for breakfast. I’m starting to look forward to it. Thank goodness.
I’m thankful I get to see my family in a few weeks. Yay!
I’m thankful I’m starting to feel normal again. Whatever “normal” is for me. I’ve been eating pretty well this week, and keeping a food journal so I can keep track of which foods seem to upset my stomach and which ones keep me in the clear, and by “in the clear” I mean “out of the bathroom.” So far I don’t have any major observations, but I’ll report back if I discover something cool. Which I probably won’t.
I’m thankful for my new position at work. It’s exciting and kind of crazy that I’m officially an editor in chief. I’ve spent five years working my former-dancer butt off at this company, and it’s fun to be rewarded for that.
I’m very grateful and feel overwhelmed in the best way possible about this opportunity.
I’m thankful for peonies, the prettiest flowers ever.
I’m thankful for sleep. I’ve tried to go to bed at “reasonable hours” this week. I’ve been semi-successful, but mostly I just like my bed.
Alright, time to work hard. Go do the same.
BUT FIRST: Tell me what you’re thankful for today! A great morning run? A great morning meal? A great morning hitting the snooze button? Exciting weekend plans?