- Actually remembering to use the coupon I stuck in my wallet.
- Walking into a public restroom and realizing I'm the first person to use it after it has been cleaned.
- Just when I think I've finished my cup of tea, I tilt my mug to see that there is in fact still a sip left.
- Getting to use my 10 cent discount at a gas station- despite knowing I'm barely saving any money.
- Realizing that my running shorts match the shirt I'm wearing. Actually- anytime I realize what I'm wearing matches.
- Making every green light on my way home from work. (Or seeing that despite my excessive speeding, that cop didn't just pull out of the parking lot...)
- Checking into a Southwest flight and landing a spot in the A seating group. Pfh- I don't need to pay $10 for your early check in. I'm better than the the system.
- Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.
- Walking to to Whole Foods on a Saturday afternoon, finding it isn't packed and there are TONS of samples. Especially samples involving those awesome chips.
- Getting an actual letter in the mail- not a bill or a letter from Discover Card telling me I qualify for their card. (I'm flattered, but no thanks.)
I would consider these mini surprises of daily life- things that I don't expect to happen, but when they do- a brief smile crosses my face- inside I'm completely thrilled with myself and the situation that just happened.
In December I came down with some serious shin splints which caused me to put the kabash on running. And while I realize that being hurt isn't the end of the world (I'm barely out of the woods!) the time away from the trails have caused me to add two items to the list The first is running. Running used to be just something I did on a daily basis. It wasn't a surprise- it just happened. Then I got hurt and that all changed. Going out for a run- a run that actually didn't hurt- became a wonderful surprise. I may not be running 30 miles on a Saturday or running fast (heck yea 9 minute pace), but 45 minutes is good enough for me. Hell, 20 minutes keeps me sane.
The second thing that I added to the list is the number of people who have on a daily basis continued to listen to my rants and complaints when running was out of the question. At times it seems absurd that I am whimpering about not being able to run. Most people don't even like the idea of running and here I am depressed, wallowing in my own self pity because I can't run around in the mountains. Despite this being somewhat ridiculous sounding to 87% of the population, the people I encounter still ask about the progress of my injury, let me vent endlessly about how drab life is, and most importantly- offer support and encouragement that I will get back on the trails soon. If I have gained anything from being injured (aside from learning how to cross train...) it would have to be a deeper appreciation for the people in my life. I have always been grateful for them, but the capacity to which they have supported me is probably more than I deserve. I can honestly say that the support from my family, friends, boyfriend, and coworkers have helped me get better as much as the countless hours I've devoted to PT and pool running. For that I am incredibly thankful.
Now that I'm (hopefully) on the path to recovery, you can all look forward to hearing about all the races I want to run, stories about my weekend jaunts in the mountains and viewing the endless photo albums of awesome pictures from these runs. You're thrilled I'm sure!!
"Time and health are two precious assets that we don't recognize and appreciate until they have been depleted."- Denis Waitley
In December I came down with some serious shin splints which caused me to put the kabash on running. And while I realize that being hurt isn't the end of the world (I'm barely out of the woods!) the time away from the trails have caused me to add two items to the list The first is running. Running used to be just something I did on a daily basis. It wasn't a surprise- it just happened. Then I got hurt and that all changed. Going out for a run- a run that actually didn't hurt- became a wonderful surprise. I may not be running 30 miles on a Saturday or running fast (heck yea 9 minute pace), but 45 minutes is good enough for me. Hell, 20 minutes keeps me sane.
The second thing that I added to the list is the number of people who have on a daily basis continued to listen to my rants and complaints when running was out of the question. At times it seems absurd that I am whimpering about not being able to run. Most people don't even like the idea of running and here I am depressed, wallowing in my own self pity because I can't run around in the mountains. Despite this being somewhat ridiculous sounding to 87% of the population, the people I encounter still ask about the progress of my injury, let me vent endlessly about how drab life is, and most importantly- offer support and encouragement that I will get back on the trails soon. If I have gained anything from being injured (aside from learning how to cross train...) it would have to be a deeper appreciation for the people in my life. I have always been grateful for them, but the capacity to which they have supported me is probably more than I deserve. I can honestly say that the support from my family, friends, boyfriend, and coworkers have helped me get better as much as the countless hours I've devoted to PT and pool running. For that I am incredibly thankful.
Now that I'm (hopefully) on the path to recovery, you can all look forward to hearing about all the races I want to run, stories about my weekend jaunts in the mountains and viewing the endless photo albums of awesome pictures from these runs. You're thrilled I'm sure!!
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| My uber fashionable RockTape. |
"Time and health are two precious assets that we don't recognize and appreciate until they have been depleted."- Denis Waitley
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