I am sick.
I know. Wahhhhh! My life is the absolute worst.
No. Not really. Not at all.
I just have a cold, and I’m handling it supremely well. I did not scream for Brian six times last night asking him to “bring me drugs,” “give me the good stuff,” “take my temp” and “fix meeeeee.” And then I asked him to crank the heat in the bedroom and it got so hot in there that I woke up at 3 AM thinking I was trapped in a sweat lodge.
I’m awesome at being sick. A real trooper.
(Seriously, I handle Crohn’s flare-ups better than the common cold. It’s like I don’t mind running for the bathroom, but the second I lose my ability to breathe through my nose, I’m a complete basket case.)
It’s amazing I don’t get colds more often, honestly.
[Pause for knocking on wood. Is an Ikea coffee table made of wood?]
There’s that whole “Crohn’s disease” thing, you know? And because it’s an autoimmune disease it means I have a sad, weak little immune system. Theoretically I should get sick more often because my body likes to attack itself all the time.
It makes sense that I’m ill, too, considering the past few weeks. I’ve spent an abundant amount of time on public transportation (that MegaBus must have been filled with germs, right?), I swapped out all nutritious foods for a sugar-heavy diet, and instead of using the holiday break to catch up on sleep, I used it to fight signs of tiredness in favor of extra time with Tyler.
But, miraculously, I haven’t had a cold in a really long time.
So I can handle it.
And for that I am thankful.
Let’s get it on.
I’m thankful it’s Thursday. That’s cool, right? It’s so much easier to get back into the work groove when you only have to do it for three days. Though next week’s five-day work week will be killer. I probably won’t survive it.
I’m thankful the days are getting longer. I mean seriously. It’s dark when I wake up, it’s dark when I go to work, it’s dark when I leave work. But December 21 is behind us and now we’re getting more sunshine. I have yet to see it, but I believe it. And I’m excited about it.
I’m thankful I’m already getting a jump start on a few of my New Year’s Resolutions. I’m de-cluttering, people. When I get an email I’m not interested in, instead of just deleting it, I’m unsubscribing (sorry, Shop It To Me and Gilt Group — in theory you were awesome, but I don’t have time for you and I don’t even take advantage of you, so bye).
I can’t say I spent less time online yesterday, but I did start to trim my follow lists. I scrapped one whole person from my Twitter follow list (not you, don’t worry) and already ditched a blog from my Google Reader (if you have Crohn’s disease but you spell it “Crohon’s” or “Chron’s”…bye).
It feels good to start simplifying my life. Baby steps.
I’m thankful for fun running. As everyone I know starts gearing up for spring marathons or half marathons, I do feel a bit like I should have some sort of goal or plan for the coming months. But I don’t know. I’m just not ready to commit to a training plan. I’m having too much fun being lazy and only running when I want to run.
On New Year’s Day, like many others, I went out and ran 13 miles. Actually, I ran 13.1 miles. Why do I do that? Anyone else? It seems weird to run “just” 13 miles when you can bump it up .1 and call it a half marathon.
So I did a little Happy New Year Half Marathon, because 13.1 miles in 2013 is a beautiful thing to write.
I wore my watch, which I haven’t been doing. I just felt it was so crucial to hit those miles exactly. And my paces weren’t too bad considering my lack of time in the Brooks.
The run was really nice. It was warmish when I started, but it quickly got super cold. I covered all areas of Central Park (um, minus Harlem Hills, because I’m not totally ready to kick the laziness here). Lately I’ve been loving running around the lower loop of the park, and I added in a messy Reservoir loop and a Bridle Path loop.
I was covered in mud by the end, and then I started feeling sick and spent the rest of the day on the couch.
I’m thankful I made a dentist appointment. This jaw pain has got to stop. I tried to eat some baby carrots last night and just about cried. Bring on the sexy mouth guard, dentist lady!
I’m thankful for macarons. Chocolate ones, specifically.
I’m thankful for a fresh start. I realize I’m bordering on “doing the New Year’s thing to death,” but I like it. I like the idea of a new year. It’s a bit daunting and very exciting. I don’t know what’s in store for 2013, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a hell of a lot better than 2012.
That’s all I have for today.
A thought and ultra-provocative question to wrap this up…
I’m sort of up in the air right now about this whole blogging thing. I don’t have as much time to blog as I used to, and I’m fully aware that my “content” is suffering because of it. I don’t love a lot of what I’ve written lately because it feels rushed. Plus, when I’m not training or racing, there’s not an abundance of stuff in my life worth documenting. I’m a very exciting person.
I’ve been doing Thankful Things Thursday since I started this blog back in 2010.
I’m genuinely curious: Love it or hate it? Keep doing it or move on?
I love the idea of dedicating a day during the week to be thankful and regain perspective, and doing this really helped me throughout the year when I was sick. But now the idea feels a bit…tired? Or maybe only I feel that way?
HOW DO YOU FEEL? Keep being thankful? Quit being thankful? Be thankful on the first Thursday of the month and then be un-thankful for a while? I mostly just like knowing what you’re thankful for, so do share. What are you grateful for today?