8.22

I called Sexy Ex on Friday, asking HIM for advice on PB.  Yes, that's a little weird.  But he's a guy and I thought maybe he could offer some insight.  Thing is, he overthinks things more than I do.  Sometimes, I think he thinks more like a girl than I do.  We talked for over an hour.  During that hour, I invited him up for the weekend.  I'm not sure what got into me other than after the date with PB, Sexy Ex was looking safe again, and comfortable, and effortless.

He did come up to visit, on Saturday evening.  We went to a movie and out to dinner, and then watched Goonies at home.  I was nodding out so decided to go to bed and of course as soon as I got up to my room, I was more awake again, so I read my book.  Sexy started texting me from the living room.  After a few exchanges, he told me not to be surprised if he comes up in the morning for a cuddle.  (confused face.)  Then I told him he could come up any time he wanted and that I did say he could sleep in my room.  About 5 minutes later, he climbed into bed with me.  Cuddling ensued.

I'd planned to run 8 miles Sunday morning, but Sexy Ex told me he was driving back home around noon.  Apparently, we had ANOTHER miscommunication.  I wasn't shocked.  That seems to be our M.O.  So, instead of running, I opted to cuddle in bed for two hours while watching Sunday Morning.  I wonder how many calories cuddling burns?  There was kissing.  Surely that upped the calorie burn, right?  This all goes completely against what I said when I talked to him about being confused about what he wants from me.  I didn't care.  I am adding to the confusion.

And now for the exercise portion of our program...
I managed an hour-long gym session Sunday evening, with strength training and about 20 minutes on the arc trainer.  I felt a million times better afterwards.  It still amazes me how so little makes such a big difference.  I ran 8.22 miles Monday, at the gym, on the treadmill.  It's still humid outside and the weather was really iffy.  It took me two hours.  I'm incredibly slow.  It can only get better though, right?  Next weekend, 9 miles.  I may even try the trail.  Oof.