So, it’s nearly here. My five-mile. Given that I had done my B weights late at night last night, I was sleeping soundly when I got a wrong number at 12:30. Arg! Maybe it was divine intervention, but it still made me mad as I was sleeping so well. I’m groggy right now, and pounding coffee having dropped off my son at school.
Gonna run our dog a little. She is very hard to run because she is a boxer mix and does a lot of weird furtive movements. Right now because I’m in a tank and running shorts, she jumps sideways and wags her whole booty when I get up to get coffee and the like. I was told that she is also German Shepherd–she is very beautiful–but whatever her other half is, makes her FAST. It is hard to run her. She outruns all the dogs even at a packed dog park.
It’s cold. I like it. I didn’t like biking to the reservoir with my new cycling partner yesterday given the headwinds. The 21-miles was agony. Like always though, I’m glad that I do that stuff. This weather is great for running. I hope that I feel that way after my 5-mile Saturday! I was dreaming about my cycling partner when I got the two wrong number calls after midnight. That doesn’t matter much because she is a str8 girl, and I love her bf. I just think that I’m ready to sleep with someone, but I won’t do it because I don’t want more of the same. Sex complicates everything and I want to enter into dating mindfully the next time through and don’t care when the next time through is. I kinda want to see my psychologist. I should see if she has had any cancellations today.
I got the most disingenuous text from lonely girl on Wednesday. I wanted her to bring her daughter to an activity that is unique at my current clinical site. I’ll be taking girls back there who are clients next week, so I wanted a dry run of the equipment. The artist is really fun to hang out with as well. It was cool because the kids got to make art, but it turned out only to be my son. No biggie. He loved it.
Lonely girl wanted to reschedule for Thursday, as she didn’t have her daughter much this week. When I said that joint custody must be lonely–given that I miss my son by Saturday night on my non-weekends–as I’m used to full custody, she promptly followed-up with why that is not true and how her life has perfect balance. I found it so lacking in normal vulnerability. When I told my cycling partner about it yesterday, she said, “Maybe she just wants to be perfect.” I let my workout partner read it and she laughed hard and said, “Wow! That’s arrogant!” She continued to laugh and I probed her a bit, and she said, “Really? That makes it sound like she wants for NOTHING in her life.” I said that is probably not accurate, because only last month she was asking me questions about how you meet girls. But, then she said, “I think that she is selling herself as perfect and that her life is one that we all should aspire to because she has EVERYTHING that she needs–enough friends, enough workout time, just everything and doesn’t need anyone.” Either way, I didn’t like the candor. I’m not going to make any plans with her unless she sets something up. There is imbalance about her, and she seems really weird.
I’m hoping to have some new adventures to blog here at some point, but whenever that shall be, will be. I have a new blog that I’m keeping up with well, and I use my identity as it details some aspects of my clinical work. I like to write there too, but look forward to someday having some sexy stuff again. Right now is not the time. Time to run our dog. I’m grateful for friends, cool weather, a workable schedule, and our house. It’s not that I want for nothing and that I think I’m perfect. I’m simply really good where I am, and trust my journey. I hope that all who make my day by interacting with me here, enjoy their weekends.