Big things are happening. Huge.
On Tuesday, I ran to work! It was cold and wonderful. My first morning run!
On Wednesday, I fully reacquainted myself with public transportation. I rode the subway three times and took the bus once. Guess how many cabs I took? I took zero cabs. [Insert big sigh of relief from my sad, overworked, not-quite-paid-off credit card.]
And then today came. Today, I ran to work again, only this time I did it without needing to make a single bathroom stop. Do you know when the last time that happened was? Neither do I, actually. But I know it’s been more than a year since the last time I ran without stopping.
Which brings us to…
Remember this game?!
I kind of do. A refresher on the very strict and intense rules: I go on and on and on about the things in life for which I am currently thankful. Big things! Little things! Puppy things! Chocolate things! And then, in the comment section down below, you do the same. We all play. It’s mandatory. And then we are happy, thankful friends for life. We have melty cheese parties and we go running. In the opposite order.
Let’s dooooo it!
I am thankful for the day (March 18, specifically) I got to feel like myself — like a runner — again. As I ran through Central Park on Tuesday morning, I felt so happy. My stomach actually really hurt and felt nicely bloated and distended, but I was running through it. I was pushing myself ever so slightly. And I was sweating —not because of my disease, but because I wanted to be sweating.
My parents had given me a New York City Marathon finisher jacket for Christmas, and I refused to wear it because I couldn’t identify with my runner self anymore. I put the jacket on for the first time on Tuesday, and when I threw it back on to go grab lunch, the woman at the lunch-deli place was elated to talk to me about it. “Ohhh, you’re running the marathon?!” she asked me. “No, I ran it last year,” I told her, smiling like a foolhound. (Did I just make up a word? I like it!) “Wow! What was your time?!” “3:58,” I told her. “That is so good!” And then I wanted to hug her. But she went on! “I can tell you’re a runner — you have a runner body.” And with that, I floated along on Cloud 9 for the rest of the day.
No matter how long Crohn’s may take me out of my beloved park, I still remember every turn, every tree, every tiny dip in the road or slight incline. You don’t just forget Central Park. So as much as Tuesday’s run made me feel so breathless and out of shape, it also made me feel so much like my old self, navigating my way through the park like I never missed a day.
I am thankful for my run this morning. It was everything to me. I felt pretty awful all night, and finally just gave into the pain when I woke up at 4:30 AM, knowing I wouldn’t be falling back asleep. It wasn’t fun — never is — but I was determined to try a run commute again. I took my time getting out the door, naturally assuming I’d be making plenty of bathroom stops between home and the office.
So I ran the bathroomiest route I could think of, winding through the park and adding a loop around the Great Lawn because I figured I’d need to use the bathroom by Shakespeare in the Park.
But I didn’t.
And I didn’t need the Boathouse bathrooms either, or the Bethesda Terrace bathrooms, or the playground bathrooms, or any of the bushes all throughout the park. I was all set.
Before I knew it, I was plowing through the masses in Times Square, and then I was at work. I made plenty of “catch my breath” stops, a few picture-taking stops and a handful of stop-light stops. But I never made a bathroom stop.
I kind of can’t believe it.
I’m thankful for online episodes of “Billy on the Street.” Oh god, it’s so funny. Do you watch it? I hope you do. Let’s watch it together. I fantasize about running into Billy Eichner in the city and getting “quizzed in the face.”
I’m thankful for good sunrises.
I’m thankful I abandoned my lifetime-long habits of list-making and workout-logging. How exhausting was all that? Life is actually easier without those things. For me, at least.
I’m thankful for the subway!!! I rode it so many times yesterday! Yesterday was my first cab-free day in actual months.
I’m thankful every time I remember to bring my phone charger to work, because this sucker keeps dying on me by like 10 AM daily. Why must that happen? Life can be such a struggle sometimes.
I’m thankful for my friends. I’ve got some goooood people keeping me kickin’ right now. There are the ones who have been known to console me tirelessly on GChat (I imagine I can be a bit exhausting sometimes), the ones who can complete my rarely-relevant movie or TV show quotes via text, the ones who live right next door and let me barge in with zero notice, and the ones on the yoga mat or spin bike next to me. You all know who you are and I loooove you.
I’m thankful for work perks. Rhyming! I saw Aladdin on Broadway last weekend and went into it thinking Disney movies-turned-stage-shows aren’t my thing. Aliiiii, you were wrong again! It was so good. I loved it.
If you have kids, you should take them to see this show. They’ll love it, too. And by “kids,” I also mean “30-something boyfriends who claim to be hardcore cyclists who take life really seriously but who have soft spots for a genie who emerges from a lamp and sings a song called ‘Friend Like Me’…”
I’m thankful I get to see my family next weekend!
My cousin is getting married to the cutest, coolest girl (she’s this tiny beast of a runner — I will never even attempt to run with her) and Tyler has a tiny suit for the occasion. Good times all around. We’ll be raging in New Jersey (false — I do not “rage” these days) and I’m reeeeeally hoping I’ll feel OK enough to run some boardwalk miles while I’m there.
I’m thankful for every good minute I get right now. I take nothing for granted.
I’m thankful Thankful Things Thursday came back today. It’s a sign of changing times, my friends.
NOW YOU DO IT! YOU PLAY, TOO! What are you feeling warm and grateful for today? Acceptable answers include food, pets, the first day of spring, and things that make you sweat. Unacceptable answers include any and all mentions of Crohn’s disease. Tell me something gooood.