There are a few things I’m in awe of right now.
1. That I’ve somehow written 50 posts without even realizing it. Technically this is my 51st post, but since I didn’t get to mention it yesterday, I’m shouting it out now. What I’m still wondering is, why haven’t balloons dropped from the ceiling yet? I know I’m still a newbie in the wonderful world of blogging, but already I’ve learned so much. Here’s the part where I thank all of you readers for boosting my confidence with encouragement along the way. Your comments and suggestions have been very much appreciated, and I can’t wait to engage with more of you in the future.
2. On Wednesday night I ate my 3rd meal in a row (not counting breakfast, since I usually just snack on peanut butter and berry preserves by the spoonful) containing meat. That’s more meat than I’ve eaten in the last month. Just a note: I attribute this to the general lack of pennies in my wallet, and nothing else. A single batch of turkey meat can apparently go a long, long way, and so I’ve managed to turn it into tacos for dinner, a salad for lunch, and nachos for dinner the following evening. Then, I’ll probably go back to my old eating ways, which mainly consists of vegetables and candy.
3. I can’t believe it’s April! March has somehow come and gone, and fortunately for us New Yorkers, it was much more lamb than lion. March brought with it some amazing longer runs for absolutely no reason at all, and I can’t wait to kick off a new month with a 10-mile run through D.C. Yep, that’s right. The Cherry Blossom 10-miler is just 3 days away, and I couldn’t be more relaxed. Ever since vowing to abide by my new running philosophy (if you missed that one, you can read more about it here), I’ve been totally cool with whatever outcome this race brings. (We’ll see how long this mentality holds up.)
Now that we got that out of the way, let’s get down to business. On Wednesday morning, I met @bethk1126 for a leisurely 5-mile (OK, apparently it was 4.93 miles – whatever) run around the bottom loop of Central Park. If you recall from yesterday, I had somewhat forced myself to take a day off from running on Tuesday in order to better prepare myself for Wednesday. After all, the last thing I’d ever want is to hold someone back from their natural pace, and the last time I ran with BK, I seemed to have fallen behind her half-marathon speed.
[Side bar, I’d like to point out to a few people my potentially proper use of “half marathon” both above and right over there <—-]
I know, I know. My sudden bouts of exhaustion have led a lot of readers to suggest that I need to take time off from running in order to build up my energy reserves again. But I need to make something very, very clear. If I’m not running, I’m not happy. Non-running Stacy is cranky, bitter, and antsy all at once – a terrible combination of adjectives to be. And so, while I regularly take 1, or maybe 2 days maximum, off from running to either rest or strength train or do yoga, you will rarely read a blog that consists of absolutely nothing at all – even though I was the girl who made fun of anyone with a gym membership in high school. I’m simply not that person anymore.
On Tuesday, I lifted weights and made my way through Core Fusion videos and stood on my head. And by Wednesday, I was totally raring to go and felt like one of those little wind-up cars.
BK and I met at our usual corner locale at 7a.m. on the dot and proceeded to weave back and forth across the avenues with a primarily northward trajectory, until we made our way to the entrance of Central Park at 59th Street and 5th Avenue. Central Park was undoubtedly beautiful, and while we chatted about races and family and the general character flaws of all New York City men (sorry, but it’s true), I found myself equally enchanted by the surrounding greenery and the way the light was filtering through the branches.
Whereas it wasn’t as warm as it had been over the last couple of weeks, 45 degrees wasn’t so bad for a morning in March either, and I was more than comfortable wearing leggings, an old Splendid tank top (I find these pricey tanks double up as awesome workout tops once they start getting old and no longer office appropriate), and a thick Nike zip hoodie. That, to me, is the perfect running gear: cozy and functional, but not cumbersome. I sincerely hope to have seen the last of my gloves and earwarmers until next year.
By the time I got back to my apartment, my overall state of constant anxiety was back despite the magnificence of Wednesday morning (evidence above). Call it the turning-25-year-old jitters, but as the responsibilities have piled up, so has my stress.
Fortunately, I can rest easy knowing that, while every day brings something else to freak out about, every morning brings a run. I find it incredibly important to have something consistent in my life, especially during the most hectic of times, and even though running can get challenging, I know that, ultimately, it’s one of the only parts of my day that will always bring me a sense of reassurance and calm.
Does running bring you balance? If not, what do you do to find calm in your life? I’m sure I could benefit from a little of whatever Kool-Aid you’re drinking too.