My day started out with a craptastic run. It was not pretty. I was not pretty. And, admittedly, there were tears — of frustration, though, not of pain. In fact, I may have even cried when I was in the shower. But once I got out of the shower, I was determined to make the most of the day — while only kinda dwelling on the missing 10 miles from my running log. So, in an effort to appreciate the gifts that I have been given, I’d like to take just a few minutes and recognize the day’s wins:
- I got to run 2 miles. Some people can’t. Some people don’t know the joy that a run — even a short one — can bring. Sure, it wasn’t 12. But it was two. And for that, I am grateful.
- My barefoot shoes appear to help the ankle/foot situation. When I have them on, I walk with no pain. I haven’t done any major running in them — one 5k and a couple of for-fun short runs and walks. But I’m thinking it’s time to make the transition more real/permanent.
- I took a two-hour nap. I woke up at 4:30 this morning in anticipation of my long run. When that didn’t happen, I just went about my day. So, by the time the afternoon rolled around, I was ready for a rest. And I took it. Naps are wonderful gifts.
- My oldest friend stopped by for a visit with her son. We’ve been friends since before either of us could talk. Our shared history reminds me how wonderful true friendship can be.
- My friend’s son, Jack, is adorable. He turned 2 this summer. And it was so fun chasing him around the farm, watching him feed the chickens and letting him play on the tractors. Made me realize how much I can’t wait to have kids of my own one day to introduce to the wonders of the farm.
- Jack is just learning to talk, and he babbled on and on for practically the whole time. Some things I couldn’t understand, but when he was in the mudroom saying “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit” for five minutes straight, I almost peed my pants. I realize that parents are horrified when their kids pick up swear words. As an aunt, I find nothing funnier.
- When I was walking my friend to her car, she said: “Holy crap, girl, you have some big calves. Must be from all the running.” Now, a word like “big” describing part of my body used to send me into a horrible period of self-hatred. But these calves? Yeah, I work hard for them. And they work hard for me. So. Proud.
- It’s apple season on the farm, and I get to eat all the free, glorious, fresh Ginger Golds I can.
- My youngest nephews, Caleb and Gage, give the world’s most amazing hugs. When I walked into their house, they gave me giant hugs and then Caleb quickly said, “Hey, what about that bleu cheese?” When he heard I was going to eat bleu cheese for dinner last night, he wanted to try it since his favorite color is blue. I forgot to take it to him this afternoon so that means another visit tonight!
- My mom’s homemade bread. Dipped in her homemade marinara. Enough said.
My list? Ten to one ratio of good to bad. How can I complain about that? See? It’s important to realize that no matter how bad things may seem, there is always, always, something to smile about.