I wasn’t going to blog today.
Not long ago, I made a promise that if I had nothing to say, I’d keep my mouth shut. Or I’d stop my fingers from typing. Whatever.
But then I realized: It’s kind of a good thing that I’m not dying to pour my heart out or divulge all my greatest secrets.
Wait, do you want to know one of my greatest secrets? OK, why not.
Sometimes, when I’m on my way home at night and I’m a little hungry for something sweet, I will stop in at Tasti D Lite. I will act super interested in the flavors of the day. I will look around for a minute, and then I will ask for a free sample of whichever flavor gets me most excited (usually something with the words “chocolate” or “peanut butter” or “this one is the least healthy”). I’ll chow down on the sample, look around some more and then ask Mr. Tasti D Lite Worker what time the store is open until. I smile, promise to come back in an hour for a full cup, and then never return. Sometimes I just want a little taste.
In the winter, I have been known to do this with soup samples at Hale & Hearty, as I trek from the gym to the subway in the freezing cold.
You can call me cheap. That’s cool. I can take it. I figure I give Tasti D Lite enough money regularly that a sample or two every now and then isn’t breaking the bank.
Now that you know a secret, back to my point, because I think I was about to make a point…
No news is good news. People always say that, and it’s not always true, but the fact that I have nothing groundbreaking or newsworthy (do I ever?) simply means I’m trekking through life just fine.
So what’s new in The Unexciting Land of Ali? Just a few things, I guess.
Brian and I hosted our first little mini party last week. We had a small, lovely group of eight for dinner, but we bought a kitchen table for the occasion, so you know we took it pretty seriously.
I’d say the party was a success. Brian made meatballs, people ate a lot and the recycling area was filled with wine and beer (and grappa) bottles by the end of the night.
Our kitchen is still a mess. No cooking has happened since last Thursday.
My eating lately hasn’t been the best. My jeans are slightly tighter than I’d like and I feel like I’m carrying a little extra weight around with me. Do I wish that weren’t the case? Sure. Is it keeping me up at night? Absolutely not.
Also, something weird happened yesterday: I craved — and ate — a salad. I hardly recognize myself anymore. I wanted something cold and easy and smothered in balsamic vinaigrette dressing.
Sadly my stomach didn’t quite approve of this lunch and I was feeling pretty rough for a bunch of hours afterward. But it tasted good, and I felt all healthy about my lunch choice.
Minus the two massive chocolate cookies I plowed through immediately afterward.
My sleeping lately has been pretty solid. I vowed to get more sleep, and I’m succeeding. High fives for Ali! Most nights I’m in bed by 10:30 at the latest. On Sunday night Brian and I literally sat around waiting for it to get dark enough for us to go to sleep. I am fully committed to being properly rested. Though I’m not loving the whole “it’s no longer light out at 5 AM” thing.
Work is going really well. I’m loving my new position and all the fun little things that come with it. I wrote my first editor’s note for the October issue the other day, and my boss returned it with exclamation points. And a bunch of edits. But exclamation points, too!
I was at a photo shoot in Brooklyn for most of the day yesterday, which included getting my own hair and makeup done. Oh yes, people, it was Ali Gets Her Headshots Taken For The Magazine Day. Guess what I’m not so great at? Posing for official photos.
Guess what I am great at? Joking around in front of the camera and not taking any serious photos. Yes, I am a photographer’s dream.
I saw Step Up Revolution. Another perk of the job.
The movie comes out Friday, but I got a little sneak peek last night.
Do I recommend this “film?”
Um, probably not.
I laughed a lot and it is not a comedy.
It is, however, available in 3-D.
The dancing is fantastic, but the storyline is so painful. It’s a good thing the dancers are all so great-looking, because they are far more magnificent when they’re quiet and dancing, rather than speaking and “acting.”
Still, it was a fun evening with my coworkers.
Tyler continues to be awesome. He is awake often. We are best friends. I know for a fact that his first word is going to be “running” or “Brooks” or “Boston Marathon.”
Now let’s not forget that this is apparently a “running blog.”
Time to talk about that now.
My running is going mostly well. Yay, right? I recovered shockingly well after this weekend’s 55-mile bike ride + 10-mile run (on separate days). And also that Pilates class, which was fun and left me covered in sexy bug bites.
Yesterday I was back out on the roads, the Reservoir to be specific, with the following workout:
- 1-mile warm-up (turned out to be longer thanks to a bathroom stop detour)
- 1 lap of Reservoir (roughly 1.55 miles) at marathon goal pace (MGP) + :15/mile (that’s a 9:00/mile pace — you’re welcome for doing that math for you)
- 1 lap at MGP (8:45/mile)
- 1 lap at half marathon goal pace
- 1-mile cool-down
The first lap was easy. I kept having to slow myself down.
The second lap? Also easy. And I was excited not to have made any bathroom stops at this point. (I didn’t make any for the duration of the actual workout, which is happy news.)
The third lap?
Not quite as fun.
Well, OK, it was fun, but it was quite challenging for Not So Speedy Lately Ali.
I’m being ambitious with my half marathon goal pace. Maybe too ambitious? But I like aiming high, and last year I was actually in shape to use 7:45/mile as my HM goal pace. I never succeeded in racing this (big fail), but I based my training last winter off that pace, and I almost always hit my training goals.
A 7:52–7:58 isn’t that far off, so I’m not beating myself up. But this felt crazy hard for me. By the time I finished that lap, I was ready to barf/collapse/quit running. It was an awesomely tough workout, and I was happy I didn’t give up at any point, but I also wish holding a 7:45 pace for less than two miles didn’t feel so deadly.
But I’ll get there, right?
Today’s run was 6 miles at a pace that is slower than marathon goal pace.
It was nice.
My stomach felt gnarly, and I bathroom stopped my little heart out. Also, this:
So that’s my latest news. Or lack thereof.
A summary: My running is good. My bug bites itch. My job is keeping me busy and entertained. My kitchen is gross. My laundry is not done. My clothes are too tight. My sleep is swell. My nephew is cuter than anything that has ever existed.
Life is good.
NOW WHAT? I don’t have a big exciting question to throw out there today. I do always enjoy a good conversation though, so won’t you share your news with me? Basically just tell me about your life, since I told you all about mine. Or you could tell me one of your secrets, since I told you about how I shameless go to Tasti D for free stuff and break my promise to “return later.”