Yesterday >< and today ^^
I HATE HIGH INTENSITY INTERVAL TRAINING IN REGARDS TO SPRINTING AND RECOVERING
I did it, anyway, yesterday, and was miserable the whole time.
Miserable.
Number one: I was tired
Number two: I went out of my comfort zone (the quiet and peaceful redwood forest) and dragged myself to the BEACH during TOURIST SEASON to run.
Number three: It is humid, I was a sweaty nasty monster.
Number four: I seldom am, but yesterday I was self conscious about being a nasty sweaty monster in front of lots of people. And I just don't like a lot of people around when I'm running, period.
Number five: sprinting is one of the most uncomfortable things to do. EVER!!!
Number six: I was STOOPID about it, and instead of running easy, sprinting, running easy, I started out fast and hard across Seabright beach and all the way back, then sprinted and ran moderate-hard, sprinted and ran moderate-hard through the harbor and Arana Gulch and back, a total of 42 minutes of sheer torture.
When it was over, I was HIGH as a kite. I went to my gym and took a shower, then went to yoga class. The teacher is too pregnant to show the class the difference between Upward Facing Dog (Urdhva Mukha Svanasana) and Locust Pose (Shalabasana), so she chose
me 
to get up front and demonstrate. I liked it! I still am interested in becoming a personal trainer, I still have the book for the test....
Juicy Stuff:
Last night in bed with the Fuck Buddy the conversation went to my most dreaded: how many sexual partners had I had? I danced around the subject until he point-blank axed me how many sexual partners had I had from the time when we started having sex? So, I told him the honest to goddess
truth because I'm on the honesty is the best policy trip: a number between one and ten. He didn't like the number, and I said well shit, how many have
you been with since we started sleeping together? You won't like it, he said. What is it? I insisted.
NONE, he said. OH.
Awkward!!!!!!!!!!!!
Apparently being in an open and honest relationship means that I was supposed to disclose all sexual activity to him soon after said activity. Well! I tried my best to explain myself: it was all safe, I'm clean, it's sort of private to me, I know the territorial-over-reason-and-logic side of guys, and when is there
really a good time to bring something like that up???? he rolled over. At least he didn't yell, be mean, or kick me out--he's too sweet for all that plus he's a Cancer--talk about retreating to his shell, shit! I got NO goodbye kisses this morning and I was left realizing this is the end, beautiful friend, of my long term F.B.
Sigh! And for the first time in my life, I was left really and truly thinking this:
Don't hate the playa, hate the game. Word.
When he gets over it, we'll be friendly some day, I always make amends with people (so far in my life), but for now, it's his call if he wants contact. I cleaned up his house a little and removed any and all things that might remind him of me, out of courtesy, in case he's really hurt or something. I feel bad, but I don't know what to do to make it right, I
didn't lie. I figured lying to spare his feelings would just come back worse and oh what a tangled web we weave when we set out to deceive, n'est pas? *wags head*
Anyway, this morning oh to my surprise, what did I receive, but an
email from the ex. 
Lawrd have mercy!
after much argument, i managed to get the valerie ban lifted, so, hello, old friend : )
We caught up on what we've been up to, and he pretty much shocked the shit out of me and asked if I wanted to meet up for beer (as long as I didn't try to grab his ass or anything, har har that was a joke). I was like, actually happy about it, and perhaps this evening I will join him and his mom at the Brewery. Perhaps. I told him I had a lot to do at home (true, true). This would be nice closure, and what
odd timing *amazed*
146.0 this morning, I'm about to ovulate, and weight doesn't drop at this time. There goes my F.B., SIGH SIGH SIGH no sex for me unless I really try hard. Oh well, enough with being lazy, time to hunt!
