I went running this morning.
I ran six slow miles, and for each of those miles I had to make an urgent, awful bathroom stop. So great, right?
And so instead of telling you about my sad little run — yeah I got the miles in, but do you know how stressful it is to try and peel off sweaty clothing in a rush in a 90-degree bathroom on an 80-degree day? — I will tell you about the abundance of things I’m very thankful for.
Thankful Things Thursday, commence!
I’m thankful for head-clearing moonlit walks. On Monday night, I found myself riddled with anxiety. I went to the gym for a little Chisel action after work, and I don’t know, maybe all that reverse-lunging got me worked up. I grocery shopped, made my way uptown and then just felt jittery.
I tried to convince myself to go to bed early, but then I realized 7:30 PM was maybe a little too early? And also it was still light out.
So I did exactly what my mom made me promise I would never do when I moved to New York City: I went for a walk in the dark in Central Park by myself.
But Mom, before you get all pissed and scared, remember the other promise you had me make? The one I actually kept? You’re welcome for that.
Yes, my mom asked that in pursuit of a career in magazine journalism, I never work at Cosmopolitan magazine. I guess she doesn’t want me having a byline next to an article called “99 Ways to Be A Ho” or “What is Your Va-Jay-Jay Telling You?” Weird. I thought that’s exactly what I went to college for, but I guess she disagrees.
Anyway, the moon was full-looking on Monday, and instead of staring at it from my apartment, I decided to go for a walk. And maybe being alone in the dark was dangerous, but it was worth it for views like these:
I’m thankful for friends with beach houses. Oh I’m sorry, does that sound shallow? OK, fine. I’m thankful for my amazing friends. Specifically the ones with multiple homes and who invite me to come spend time at those magical places.
When my friends Kristan and Will invited Brian and me to their “compound” (I just like calling it that because it sounds so friggin’ cool) in New Jersey, it took me about two seconds before my bag was packed and I was ready to buy a one-way ferry ticket.
See, growing up in New Hampshire, people only had one house. You know, the one you lived in. You stayed there for all seasons. You didn’t have a ski house in the mountains or a lake house or a beach house. New Hampshire only has 9 miles of coastline, so I’m not sure where my big beach house would even go.
But then I went to college and met all these people with more than one home. I think that’s the best concept ever.
So Brian and I were very fortunate to spend the July 4th holiday doing typical summer things with extra-wonderful people.
Will and Kristan’s families are the best. My plate was always filled with food, my bed was comfy and I always had a full cup of wine (thanks, Steve).
I’m thankful for this little group of people I found somehow. I don’t really know how I got lucky enough to be a part of the Kristan/Will/Sofia/Anthony/Nicole/Gian posse, but I’m psyched they let me hang out with them, even if it’s only so they have someone to make fun of after I leave the room.
They are fast runners, too, and that’s cool. Nicole and Sofia let me tag along during their beachside run yesterday.
I managed to hang on for a full 2.5 miles before I was bolting for a bathroom and trying not to puke from the midday heat.
Guess which miles are the ones I ran with Sofia and Nicole? SERIOUSLY, TRY TO GUESS:
Yeah so that last mile was a little rough. It was hot, I was cranky, blah blah whine complain. I survived and then spent the day by a beach, in a pool and eating. I’m officially done being bratty about this run.
As I was saying, these people are all so nice and so fun. They don’t appear to judge me when I bring my own shovel to parties with which to feed myself massive amounts of food…
…and they understand that I will always be the life of the party, and they’re OK with that.
Yeah, so I slept through a lot of the fun, it’s fine. I was tired. So was Brian, because he was willing to cuddle with just about anything.
Aside from the fact that I had the best company ever and you, therefore, didn’t, the rest of my July 4th celebration was probably not unlike yours. Beach, food, drink, sleep, America the Beautiful.
I’m thankful for my building’s rooftop. As much as I didn’t want to leave The Magical Home in New Jersey, Brian and I managed to make it back to the city just in time to catch the fireworks, which you could see pretty dang clearly from the roof.
We actually ended up seeing about 12 different fireworks shows from the roof and from our actual apartment. Queens, New Jersey, we saw ’em all.
I’m thankful for carrot cake. I didn’t realize how much I liked this dessert. I usually go for chocolate-specific follow-ups to each meal, and I always shy away from carrot cake, because duh, it’s basically a health food.
Vegetable cake? I may as well order a post-dinner salad. I’m pretty sure they have the same nutritional values.
I’m thankful for Tyler, who is almost two months old and continues to grow. Keep it up, buddy!
Also, fun fact, the New York City Marathon is officially less than four months away. During the ferry ride I had a little run-in with a certain bridge…
…and we chatted. I was like, “Listen, I’m going to crush you in four months, I hope you’re cool with that,” and Bridge was like, “OK, Ali, you should probably start training then.”
On that note, it’s work time. Working the day after July 4th, how cruel.
J/K, it’s not bad, it’s almost the weekend and I have memories of this to keep me entertained…
SO WHAT’S UP WITH YOU? We haven’t really chatted in a few days. So what are you thankful for today? I bet you’re thankful if you don’t have to work today. I bet you’re also thankful you remembered to wear sunscreen yesterday so you’re not all sunburned and stuff today. Or maybe you’re thankful your friend Kristan made you a to-go plate of brownies and cookies when you had to leave the party early to catch your ferry back to NYC. Share. Share!