Rainy runs aren’t the worst thing in the world; they can actually be kind of refreshing, in a strange, addicted, masochistic way. And in the event that I’m training for en event of sorts, I’d probably run under most circumstances because, as any runner knows, you can’t control the weather on race day.
For example: I was very happy I didn’t whine and moan about running on super windy winter mornings when I woke up to this on the day of the 2012 Manhattan Half Marathon. As I’ve come to learn, it’s best to be prepared for anything and everything.
But then, there are those weeks when you’re just blatantly not training for anything, which brings you back to the very reason why you run in the first place: for the sheer joy of it.
While running is one of the primary parts of my life from which I get the most satisfaction, there are a lot of small, really simple things that bring me just as much enjoyment too.
Like a snapshot of the jungle at home in New York City.
Like a homemade latte in a clean, white mug. (Not only is it relatively free, but it usually tastes way better than at the coffee shop, which tends to be the case when you prefer more milk than espresso in your drink.)
Like a fresh, colorful, green salad with crab meat garnish. (No description necessary.)
Like a fine glass of rose after a long hike.
Like the Central Park Reservoir early on a weekend morning.
Like sunsets with Noah. (I’m getting indescribably excited for our quick upcoming trip to California.)
Like a solid piriformis-stretching yoga pose that hits all the right places.
Like a really, really, ridiculously good looking nephew with the tastiest cheeks in the world. (I know because I’ve tried them.)
Like my drop dead evil, sexy cat Flounder (who chose to live with my mom over me).
Like being silly with my dad, which is easy when you spend all day in a chocolate store.
And like anything that glitters. Beads and bedazzles included.
I could go on forever about this because, really, there are a lot of truly effortless things in life that genuinely, wholeheartedly make me happy.
There’s really nothing I find joyous about this, however.
Thunder sucks, and I have a severe fear of it. I realize that lightning is the dangerous part of the storm, but I don’t care. Loud noises scare me, and so this type of weather will typically drive me back indoors
and under the bed.
Other things I’m severely afraid of?
Sharks. Don’t expect me to swim out more than 20 yards in the ocean – if that.
And these hideous creatures. Confession: I was too uncomfortable even looking at the real deal to post it, so instead, I found a snapshot of this friendly, cartoon snake. Much less intimidating (but still a little).
So there you have it. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I didn’t run on Friday – which was made even worse by the fact that I was planning to spend the morning with a new good running friend. I suppose there’s always next week, though I kind of wish I knew this last night, or I wouldn’t have stuffed my face with blue cheese-smothered chips. (That’s a lie, I absolutely would have.)
Overall, this has been a pretty run-less week, save for two solid 5 milers on Monday and Wednesday. And that’s totally fine. Instead, I did a lot of strength work, planks, stretching, core work and foam rolling. On Sunday, Noah and I are planning to check out some trail running on Long Island.
But perhaps most surprising of all is that I signed up to participate in an insane workout on Friday night, which isn’t only out of character because I rarely step foot inside an exercise-based venue, but on any other Friday night, you’d find me at the bar with a drink or eight in hand. Yep, 25 is starting off healthy and happy and with an abundance of cheesy appetizers, just the way it should.
Have a great weekend!
- Did you run on Friday morning? Tell me about it so I can live vicariously through your motivated selves.
- Do you have any fun runs planned for the weekend – especially ones that involve really long distances and/or food? I will certainly have snacks in tow on the trail run, like mini cheeses.
- What makes you happiest in life? What scares the living daylights out of you? Do you share my pants-wetting fear of snakes and thunder?