8 mile run last weekend. 4 mile run today.
Today was not the worst of days, but not the best of days. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. I will give it my best effort to make it so. :-)
I made it out on time. ;-)
I came to a realization this weekend, when my stomach cramped up… well, I suppose I had two realizations… 1) so THAT’s what a 2 year old feels like when she has to go and knows she probably won’t make it and 2) I may love Chicago deep dish pizza, but it doesn’t love me back — at least not during a long run the night after eating it.
I’m writing this down, not just to humiliate myself for your pleasure, but also as a reminder of my new rule not to eat pizza the night before a long run.
I CANNOT MAKE THIS MISTAKE AGAIN.
10+ Mile Run on schedule for this morning. If I can get out in time. I will get out on time…
Tuesday/Wednesday. The old PF injury is back, which isn’t fun, but at least is familiar. I will be rolling out my calves today, just like the good old days.
I hope everyone is doing well. I haven’t been able to be on here much lately. Between work and kids and running, I haven’t got much time leftover for anything else.
this morning. I don’t know where all you people get your morning energy from. I had coffee and a muffin and I had nuffin’.
I am not very social. The words “we should hang out together” come out of my mouth about as much as “I can’t wait to go shopping!”. That would be, NEVER.
If our lives happen to cross paths, though, I am very nice and funny. On a daily basis, I get along with most people very well. People open up to me often, share things…
But that is where I draw the line. I see my handful of childhood friends during the holidays, because, let’s face it, they are more like family than friends, and I do go the extra mile to be around my family. But new friends, not so much.
Perhaps it’s due to the spanking I took last year with a new work friendship I had made that went about as bad as possible, for reasons still unknown to me. Or maybe it’s because every new person I meet seems to think we can bond by tearing someone else apart… that is so high school, people. It’s all I can do to stop myself from participating, because it’s so easy to be nasty, and so much more difficult to be… nice… all the time.
But I want to be nice, and I want to be drama-free, so I live a relatively anti-social life.
But on occasion, I get asked to do something, and when I decline, I feel just plain fucking awful.
Such an occasion came up last Friday.
My boss asked me to go to his daughter’s birthday party and put me on the spot. I joked with him, saying, “You know how anti-social we are!” He knows I avoid these things, and so does my husband. We just don’t like to do these things, plain and simple. I also do not want to “bond” with him and his family. I like things the way they are - no overlapping between personal and work lives.
But I’m sure I came off like an ass, and he got the message that we won’t go b/c I don’t want to go, and my husband doesn’t want to go.
This has bothered me all weekend, way more than it’s worth. I just wonder why some people have that gene that makes them want to be invited to parties, and why some don’t. Because not having that gene makes me feel like I got an “ass” gene instead.