Scratch the One...

Make that 3 runs.

So…. I didn’t run at all yesterday, it was rainy and cold when I got off work and I got talked into meeting up with a guy after work (see explanation below). So, I bagged it. This morning, I woke up, got dressed, stepped out on my balcony and noticed ice on the railing, so I decided to wait till this afternoon.

You have to be flexible with your training plan. I keep telling myself this. I don’t like it when things out of my control (the weather) affect my training plan. Arg. So, I’m trying not to freak out and just be flexible, man. Go with the flow, right?

So, my training plan was supposed to look like this:

Monday 3 miles
Tuesday 8 miles
Wednesday 4 Miles
Thursday 5xhills
Friday Off

Instead, it will look like this:
Monday 3 miles
Tuesday off
Wednesday 5xhills
Thursday 8 miles
Friday 4 miles (possibly another rest day, we’ll see).

I should survive.

So, I know that I casually throw in tidbits about my struggles with flirting, etc… but I generally try to stay clear of specific details about my love life for a couple of reasons 1. While not a lot of people read this blog, a lot of people at least KNOW about this blog, so I must be careful what I say (Hi mom!) and 2. I don’t want my life to come across looking like a Kathy comic strip. (For the record, I don’t own a cat, but I do love me some chocolate).

But, dude. Dating is seriously the pits. In the past 2 months, I’ve had dates with the following people:

-a guy that really liked me, but that I just never really could get into.
-a guy that I was really into and who I thought was really into me, so, I got really excited about him and really opened up to him and then he crushed me. I totally got played on this one.
-a guy that used an offensive racial slur.
-a guy that used phrases like yeppers peppers.

And then last night… the kicker… a guy that was sooooo inappropriate I felt totally creeped out and violated. The details… I’ll spare you.

So, you know what? I’m over it. The truth is, I’m actually really content single. I have a great family, a good job, supportive friends, I keep busy with running, baking, shopping and decorating my condo. Life is good. So, why do I feel the need to go on so many shitty dates. I mean, lets be honest… I know with 98% accuracy how these dates are going to turn out before I go on the date and 3 out of 5 of those guys I shouldn’t have even gone out with it. But, it’s like… I always tell myself, you never know. You gotta put yourself out there.

But, do I? Do I really have to put myself out there? I know plenty of people who randomly met their significant others. I’m in the prime of my life. Now is the time that I should be capitalizing on the fact that I’m single. I should be running my ass off, honing my baking skills, focusing on my investment venture, and enjoying being in control of every minute of my time (god, I’m such a control freak with my time).

So, no more shitty dates for me. I'm freeing myself of the need to "put myself out there." I’m out. (Just not "out there").