Thursday, December 25, 2014

Facetime

Well, I have just come upon a new crevasse in the dating world. I blame Al Gore, the Internet, and this whole technology thing.

Last week I went out for drinks with this very, VERY hot guy. We'll call him Michelangelo. WE met on Cupid emailed a bit and since I was going out of town for a little over a week I thought it would be nice to meet before I left instead of trying to drag out the email and texting with an unknown entity. We've texted a bit since I've been at my parents for the holidays and we chatted a brief bit today.

BUT! I have since gotten a text asking to FaceTime later tonight!

I don't FaceTime. I think I've done it twice, maybe three times. And all of those are with my parents or sister, one by accident. I recently group FaceTimed a GREAT friend in Texas with a couple of others that were all in town for the holidays. That is what I consider an awesome use of it.  Not to chat up a guy I just met. It's not that I don't want to talk to him, I just don't think he's ready for the "real" me. And by real I mean sans makeup, in pjs, hair pulled back, mowing down cookies. I refuse to put makeup on for a phone call. It's sweet that he wants to but it was one date, I'm on vacation, and I just don't think now is the time for it. Maybe when we're in three months and I'm traveling for work for 2 weeks.

For now I haven't answered the text. I haven't even officially read it.

UPDATE: I felt I needed to answer him and wrote, "I'm not a huge fan of FaceTime. I'm really sorry but can explain more in person when we meet up on Sunday." Waiting on reply.

UPDATE 2: He says he understands and that it's cool. But texting never conveys sarcasm well, so who knows. I did reply with a "thank you. You're very understanding. smiley face"

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Could THIS Be My Problem?

I saw this article and thought, "Hallelujah! I'm saved." And then I thought back to how and when my achilles pain started. I had had my shoes for a good 9 months. Not super broken in cause I did not run a lot last year but long enough that it probably wasn't the drop. I did buy new shoes thinking I needed new ones and went with a different company, so....I suppose it could be a cause of the continued problem.

I might try an insert in both shoes. I'll let you know how it goes.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

With the New Year...

I don't like New Years resolutions. I'm sure I've said that here before and the reason is, if there is something worth doing you should do it no matter what time of year the idea hits you. And the idea of a "resolution" just seems like so much pressure.

BUT THIS YEAR.... I'm still not making a resolution. I will, however, use the date as a starting point.  A point to get back to the old me. The me of a year and a half ago. The me before my DNF, before my injury. The me that was so motivated to finish a 1/2 ironman that it really changed my habits.

I feel that I lost a lot of this motivation when I got injured. It made running painful and based on advice I stopped everything for a month. And it still didn't get better. I realize that during this time I gave up on a lot of other things. Swimming, why could't I swim? I didn't but I could have. I gave up on eating REALLY healthy. I ate relatively healthy. If you compare it to "average America." But I could have eaten better. I suppose my thought process was, "if I can't run/work out, what's the point?"

I'm off work for a whole week during Christmas and my plan is to reread this SUPER motivating book, get back into consistant running/working out. I won't attempt to eat super healthy at this time, it's pointless with my mother's christmas cookies, visits with friends, and holiday parties. But January 1st it's on!!

What happened to the bad ass me? I WANT her back.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Turkeys!!

This Thanksgiving I ran in a 5K Turkey Trot. It is officially the longest I've run since my achilles acted up and the longest I've run without walking.

After physical therapy I was doing 2min walking and 1min running for a mile, then 1.5, then 2. I slowly upped it to 1min walking 2min running. Then a quarter of a mile running with a brief walk. To half a mile. To 3/4 of a mile. BUT!! For the Turkey Trot I ran about 1.5 miles at a time with brief walks. And my pace was in the 10:30 when actually running.

I was worried that I may have over done it when my achilles hurt a fair bit after the run. But It's been pretty good provided I stretch couple of times a day.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Just Be Single

Ava tells you how to live.

I think she says, "go to the boyfriend store," but I'm not sure.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Motivation

I lack it.
In sooooo many aspects of my life. Ok, three aspects. Dating, eating right, and working out. It's like I know I need to do these things and yet....I want a doughnut/cupcake on Saturday. I want to sleep in. I don't want to deal with  the guy who told me he'd just finished dinner and wondered if I had dessert for him (wink wink) or this guy--->

I'm just going to have to suck it up and power through for 2-3 weeks and hopefully we'll get back to what was normal for me a year ago.

I want to do things, but I also don't want to

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Recruited?

Wow! I can't believe it's been a month since I last wrote. I haven't done much dating or much running. I HAVE been swamped at work and have been staying late or traveling. Consequently, I have trouble getting my ass up for the gym. I'm also taking a class that is kicking me!

I did go out a couple of times with this nice but consistantly (2 out of 2 dates) late dude. He also called me "hun" and "babe" in text and I really didn't like it. So I left that.

But! This week I have gotten 2 emails from dudes in Turkey. First, why are you even interested? Clearly, we are never going to meet. Second, is this how ISIS recruits? I feel I could be getting recruited and if that's the case then you need to know your audience. I'm atheist. Not easily swayed.
Third, why is the site I'm on even allowing guys in Turkey to contact me? I thought I had a 50mile limit?