Disappointments...

So my romantic interest has a date. And it's my job as his friend to be happy. Congratulatory. But that's my own fault, I suppose. I could, should, just tell him how I feel. Tell him "Stop driving yourself crazy with all this dating madness-- stop wasting time with all these women-- you can have ME." But that sets me up for highly probable response- "No thanks."

I just keep imagining maybe when the time comes that I am ready- emotionally, physically, mentally- he will be single. But every time he has a date... I see that chance diminishing.

5 minutes into my 30 minute workout I was ready to quit. I was sweating already and my legs burning. 10 minutes in and the feeling usually passes. Not this time. At 15 in I figured out that the change in settings from my weight loss is probably what was making it so much more intense. At 28 minutes I finally realized I was going to make it. And I did. And lying in the hot tub after, I understoood that this is what it's all about.

Going when you want to stop.

So... now I'll make some dinner. Take a hike. Stalk my nemesis.