In traditional Thanksgiving blog post format, I will now tell you what I am thankful for.
The world’s best dishwasher.
He happens to be good for other things too. Like buying me flowers and Starbucks White Chocolate Mochas. Oh, and being a fabulous husband.
Starbucks coffee (the frou-frou kind) is like crack to me. I try to refrain from drinking it so as not to develop any life-alterating addictions. I can’t remember the last time I had one and this was such a treat!
All you bloggers out there who kept going on and on about Pinterest. (How is that pronounced?) You left me no choice but to go see what all the fuss was about. And I stumbled across a “recipe” for what I would like to call The Cupboard Cleaning Muffin.
The “recipe” includes, in its entirety, a package of yellow cake mix and a can of pumpkin. I went to two grocery stores this year to do my Thanksgiving shopping and could only find 29 oz cans of pumpkin. I needed half that to make a pie and thought this would be a good way to get rid of the other half. I also managed to finish off some dark chocolate and powdered sugar that has been sitting in my cupboard for an embarassingly long time. And the best part is they actually taste good!
On a more serious note – my 2011 thanks is focused on health. It’s one of those basic needs that I think we often take for granted. Let’s be honest. As runners we typically focus on finish times. A PR or an AG win means it was a good race. Hitting the wall or finishing slow means it was bad. It’s not until we injure ourselves and can’t run at all that we realize that speed doesn’t really matter.
I have always depended on my body to more or less do what I needed it to do. Over the last several months it hasn’t been as cooperative as I would like it to be. And still I am incredibly lucky. Over the past few years several family friends were diagnosed with cancer and two uncles of mine past away. A co-worker recently died of brain cancer, and my sorority sister’s one-year-old daughter has leukemia. Kind of puts things in perspective.
I feel grateful that my ailments are relatively minor and that my close friends and family are in good health. I have an afforadable roof over my head, plenty of food in the frig and so many clothes I’m running out of hangers. Life really is pretty good.