Twice a week? HA! I laugh in your face, twice a week..

August 30
Twice a week?  HA!  I laugh in your face, twice a week..  So, it's been a while since I last blogged..

I was sick, for about a month.  Pretty much right after I wrote that last post, in fact, I started feeling like something you'd want to scrape off the bottom of your shoe.  It took me the better (or worse, depending on how you look at it) part of a month to get well enough to be active again. 

SO, here I am!  Ta-da!  I'm feeling better, coughing less, and I have started my training, AGAIN.  Sunday I'm due to run 8 miles.  It might be more of a hobble, but by golly, I will do it!  I'm eating way better.  Last night I had some ladies over, and, determined to be a good influence, I fed them baked chicken, salad, and oven roasted potatoes.  I didn't overeat!!  We did polish off the container of Breyers I had in the freezer, but I consider it a victory that I shared it, rather than eating the entire thing myself.  I have bananas, and good cereals, and almond milk, and veggies.  I AM doing this!

To further frustrate challenge myself, I signed up for the "Dolphin Challenge" at the Shamrock VA beach Marathon.  For those of you that don't know what that is, every spring, right around St. Patty's Day, there's a Marathon weekend in VA Beach.  I have been there the past three years, running my little heart out.  On the Saturday, there's an 8k (4.97 miles) and on the Sunday there's a marathon (26.2 miles) and a half-marathon (13.1 miles).  I have done the 8k, and the half twice.  The Dolphin Challenge is doing the 8k AND the half.  The Whale Challenge is doing the 8k AND the full marathon.  I'm never gonna do that.  I'm sure it would kill me, and I'm not ready to die yet. 

Bitterness is so Sexy. Come to Think of It, so is Sarcasm.

So, yesterday's post wasn't elegant. Especially the part about the person I'm no longer talking to.  I can accept that.  I'm bitter.  I've always been a little bitter when it came to him, which should have been a clue, but clearly, I'm no detective. (where am I coming up with these corny jokes?)

So, last night, rather than work on my homework, I decided to peruse OkCupid.  I don't like dating sites, and am almost always disappointed.  But I try, try again.  I do know people who have met their mates on one site or another; I'm not denying that they can work for some people.  They just don't work for me.  

OkCupid allows instant messaging.  A guy messaged me, I checked out where he lives and found it to be not TERRIBLY far away, and engaged him in conversation for several minutes.  The end of the conversation went like this:

Dud:  My experience is girls grab on too tightly when I'm a great guy to them.

HBlue:  my experience is that guys who think they're all that are full of shit. lol

Dud:  What am I supposed to say? You'd be a fool to date me?
Dud:  I am confident in my ability to make a girl happy.

HBlue:  good. confidence is important

Dud:  It just takes me much longer than that to find out if she makes me equally happy - for the long run that is.

HBlue:  longer than what?

Dud:  Most girls fall for me before I'm sure I'm completely into them.

Dud:  That's why I like to warn them to take that part slow.

HBlue:  and how long does it normally take for them?

Dud:  A couple dates.

HBlue:  oh. I think this should be goodbye. not sure I could take the heartbreak.
 
Dud: Your sarcasm is overwhelming...

HBlue:  indeed. good luck to you hon. maybe you'll meet someone where the situation would be reversed.  I have homework to do.

He is, truly, a gift.  That is why he's still single.  Too many girls clamoring to his door.  Everybody wants a piece.

I went to the gym this morning, did some upper body strength training, both with dumbells and the pulley machine.  Then I jogged just over 2 miles at a 4.3 pace, with 1-2 minute walking intervals every 10 minutes or so.  I'm trying to work on my endurance for this half marathon.  I feel like I have to conquer it this year.  No excuses.  I'll need to get some hill work in next time I go to the gym, and do the step mill.  I'm supposed to run with my friend tonight, but I'm actually hoping it rains.  I'm achey and tired.  I don't think I'll be a good running buddy today, but I've crapped out on her too often, so I need Mother Nature to do the dirty work for me.