My view from the train on my way to the Yonkers Half Marathon
While I was in business school, one lesson I took to heart was the importance of celebrating small victories. When you have a group of hard workers trudging their way to achieve some goal, you have to make sure they are enjoying the journey too. So, if a milestone is met, or a breakthrough is made, celebrate it. It makes the journey less arduous.
Something so important for morale, but so easy to forget. I forgot, and my own morale had been pretty down lately. It took a little push, some cake and a friend to remind me that I am stronger than this person I seemed to have become, for me to finally realize this isn’t me and to start taking steps to getting back to me. So, this weekend I celebrated.
A few small victories celebrated this past week (I celebrate with food…it’s my thing, and why I run so much…but feel free to celebrate anyway you want to! Food or no food!):
I got the job! Well, a new position really, in the same company, but just different department. I start when I get back from vacation. This is more of a bigger victory, but something worth celebrating nonetheless. Brunch was enjoyed at Encore in Larchmont and Dessert at Bradley’s Dessert on an absolutely gorgeous Sunday afternoon.
My third year work anniversary was Friday. I celebrated with a monster slice of Lemon Vanilla Bundt Cake from Buttercup Bake Shop. It was a monster slice, so I went around making friends with cake…I made 6 friends with that slice. I also went out to Bar Taco for dinner that night. Sitting outside enjoying some tacos on a cool late summer night…best way to celebrate three years down, twenty seven more to go.
A very rare lazy Saturday presented itself. Celebrated with a lazy lunch and coffee at the Peekskill Coffee House. A new find for me. I highly recommend their sandwiches and the Soy Au Lait.
On top of this I also ran my last tune up race before the marathon in a couple of weeks. I did the Yonkers Half Marathon, and even though I had a slow start (my back was not in good shape due to deadlifts on Thursday..i was stupid with the weights), the competitor in me decided to test out the legs and pick it up a few notches for the last half of the race. I surprised myself immensely. All those long runs helped my endurance, and I will give credit to crossfit for the strength required to rock the hills. Now, all I have to do is relax and just look forward to the big 26.2 in two weeks!
How I will celebrate that? I don’t know, but I am so sure a beer (or scotch…when in Rome right?) will be involved.
So, go out and find something to celebrate!
ChezSylvia 