I knew it would be really cold, but I wanted to run with Faustino to get back into my workout mojo.
The first 1/4 mile we walked in the dark on the dirt trail and I tried to talk him into going to get coffee instead. We ran and walked the next mile. I couldn’t engage. I was tired from not having a great night’s sleep. I was cold.
Close to the top I got him to turn around and head back. Maybe 3.75 miles total was our distance.
I miss summer…
If you follow me for my workout/beach photos/biking posts, just keep scrolling up. I promise there will be another one tomorrow…
Recently, you sort of saw a blip of me almost “dating” a guy who I thought was my perfect match. My only problem is he didn’t really want to “date”. He wanted to take me out to dinner all the time, and paddleboarding, and riding, and cook me meals and buy me home furniture when I moved, and stuff…but it never amounted to actual showing of feelings, and feeling like his life was better because I was in it.
So when he unknowingly pissed me off a few weeks ago, I decided to take a step back and assess the situation with my brain instead of my heart. I weighed out the pros and cons and knew deep down that he was playing a game and just stringing me along. What did I do about it?
I cut back the amount of time I spent with him to make room for friends and other dates, and was not always readily available anymore. I turned down staying the night at his place (which was hard). No more making out. No more giving affection, which he loved receiving but never really gave back.
The truth is that it is hard to let go of someone I really liked. I’m not in a hurry to get somewhere, but I am worthy of dating and love. Not feeling wanted is tough. But sticking around month after month, hoping it will go somewhere is also hard. Life is too short for games and being treated less than what I deserve.
I can’t settle for someone that does not truly want what I have to offer (did I mention I am awesome at baking, jokes and traveling/planning, etc?) I just had to know for myself that I needed to let go and move on.
There is someone out there for me. Hope is good. Life is good. Friends are great. Now just need a consistent +1 for all those upcoming wedding and work dates…Humor gets me through it all.
I’ve been in a eating/workout slump. I blame the holiday blues.
Today was my first workout since Thanksgiving. Put on the warmest riding clothes and running tights over my bike shorts. Weather was 52f and the head wind went right through to my bones. Still managed to put in 34 miles with the guys and took the bike path down to the beach to see if anyone was surfing (apparently so, by all the little black dots you see in the water). We got coffee at the turnaround to warm up.
In other news…I have a date tonight. Hoping it goes swimmingly and not awkwardly.
Around noon I pulled my head out of my ass.
We were cut loose from work 3 hours early. Picked up my bike from Rock n Road and took it for a quick spin around the block to make sure they straightened the rim.
Picked up 6 bottles of wine from the grocery store for free (someone’s getting drunk while baking tonight).
Hoping my pumpkin bread comes out delicious as always and my first time making deviled eggs for Thanksgiving is successful. My yolk never turns out great when I hard boil eggs.
Riding both days last weekend I noticed my front rim was bent. Shifting from the small plate to the big plate was a bitch and my gears weren’t grabbing right away.
I took it to the bike shop yesterday to fix my rim and get a tune up. The shop measured my chain and said it’s completely stretched out. They want to replace the whole drive train and said if I only get a new chain it will cause skipping on the rear cassette. I told him to just adjust it as best he can for now.
Then today I see this post from a Tri shop in Long Beach. Really tempted to put my bike up for sale and get a Cervelo since my bike is too small for me anyway.
Temptation, you are a thorn in my side…