It's been a good week. I ran with some good friends on Sunday and we easily knocked out 18+ miles.
|Lizzie, Adam, me and Tiffany and McDonald's|
Monday night I had date #2 with a guy. I had actually been out with him about 8 years before. It was a one and done meet up. I completely floored him with the details on our first meet and greet. Meanwhile I had been avoiding getting set up with him for about 3 years. Eventually a different friend handed off my number. (This was fine, I'm not protective of my contact information.) I'm sure he's a great guy: good job, educated, getting ready to run some marathons; but he's just not for me. I'm sitting across from him at dinner looking at him and thinking: Do I want to kiss him? The answer was no. Even the hug good bye felt less than platonic. I'm not really wondering anymore why I'm single.
Tuesday a Facebook group was created for female triathletes: Ironwilled: Women Who TRI. My friend Janie created it and I was all in. In less than 24 hours we have more than 200 members and the response has been terrific. We had our first male request access to which the response was:
Thank you for requesting admission to Ironwilled: Women Who Tri. Your application has been denied as you do not meet our minimum qualification.It's all good, he was just seeing if we were serious or not. We are. The topics have been great and the sense of community is already well established. I'm feeling good about being a part of it.
Remember the boxes that were taking up space on my floor? I now have a dresser and bedframe! Take that IKEA!
|Still deciding on drawer pulls|
I seem to have gotten a reputation for baking cookies. So much so that Kevin got me this cookie cutter from Augusta:
|Yes, I do actually have hair!|
3 hops forward, 1 hop back.
But life doesn't revolve around triathlon training and baking cookies. This morning I had to admit I'm back to having issues tracking my food. Why do I have such a disconnect with entering my food into an app? I do the training. I just can't wrap my head around the food. So I'm stagnant. I'm not up more than a pound but I'm no closer to race weight today than I was 6 weeks ago. I was told I was self-sabotaging. I couldn't argue.
This whole training thing has taken a toll on my bank account. Beyond the investment of trying new products and clothing, etc.; it dawned on me that I had to give up my weekend work of refereeing because it is physically demanding and I need my legs to train. If I was tired from training, I couldn't give it my all on the field (not fair to the players/coaches they deserve my best). So money out AND no extra money in. Looking forward past IMFL I've been asked to be part of 2 late fall tournaments that I can work. Yipee!
|I don't think I've worn this uniform since June.|
Thank you to the friends who have reached out. If I'm this emotional now, lord help me while I'm tapering.
Back to being happy in 3....2....1....