It was a great week! Really! :D I went to Kansas to visit my parents and on the way I stopped at Fitboy’s in OKC. Literally right after he opened the door we broke into conversation that lasted 3 whole hours. It could’ve gone on all night if I didn’t have to leave to finish my drive to Liberal. :( Bittersweet goodbye. UNTIL I FOUND OUT I WAS GOING TO GO THROUGH OKC ON THE WAY BACK TOO (I was planning on the shorter trip through the panhandle originally)! So I ended up staying the night at his last night. It was so great to catch up, felt just like old times. :’) We cooked dinner, and made cheesecake, and watched movies, and talked (and talked, and talked, and talked until 3am) and it was really, really fun. I miss having him around all the time. I’m sure we’ll see each other soon, I mean, I have a key to his apartment now haha.
As for working out this week, I ran Sun-Tues, and used yesterday as my rest day. Got Crossfit in a bit.
I’m content with my Spring Break. :)
The only sad thing about this week is that I wasn’t able to see Jelly. :(
Do you guys remember him? The guy who got me into running and Crossfit? The one who changed my life. Do you remember the long and elusive past we share? Remember how things left off a little poorly?
Well, it’s gotten a lot better since then, and he’s coming to see me tomorrow. Happier than I can express. :)
2 days and 22 hours until I get to leave for London. 20 hours of work. 2-3 hours of Crossfit. 18ish hours of sleep.
It can’t get here soon enough, but at the same time I want the next 2 days and 22 hours to drag. In fact, I want it to drag so slowly that it feels like a lifetime. Because in 2 days and 22 hours I get to go to London again, but I also get to see Fitboy for what will likely be the last time.
It’s a bittersweet feeling, and I don’t know whether to jump for joy or cry. Some of you will recall Fitboy and I haven’t been on the best of terms recently, but it’s gotten better. A lot better, actually. We just spent the last three hours talking and it wasn’t awkward or tense at all. We’re almost back to normal, really. We just need a bit more time to talk and figure things out, but that time just isn’t available.
I wonder where we’ll stand when I get on that plane and he gets in his truck. I wonder if he’ll keep his promise to come back in August. I wonder how important I really am to him. 2 days and 22 hours to find out.
Off to the zoo today. I don’t think I’ve mentioned it but I volunteer with Big Brothers Big Sisters, which is a program where you’re assigned a “little” (mines 12yrs old) and you mentor them. Drago, me and another “Big” are all doing a group outing. Not sure if I’ll work out when I get back because I think Fitboy and I are finally going to sit down and talk, but I’ll definitely get a good amount of walking in.
Can’t wait to see the giraffes, tigers, and penguins! :D
3 rounds of:
10 mountain climbers
10 jumping jacks
10 walking push-ups (4 count=1)
20 reverse burpees
30 ring rows
40 lunges (per leg)
50 plank hops
60 jumping jacks
Then I went to the park and walked 5 miles.
Workout was harder than I thought it would be. The ring rows killed me. I think he put them in because Monday I was talking about how I wanted to try them ha. Careful what you wish for, I guess. Still loved it.
Drago (who’s actually not going to be going to Crossfit again until August) took the workout and did it at the gym. She made one of my other friends do it and he about died. Made it to the ring rows and almost threw up. He gave up after that, but Drago is determined to make him fit haha.
The 5 miles was quite a bit extra, wasn’t planning on it but just kept going. My feet/legs are killing me. Fitboy was doing sprints and he stopped and talked to me (Big surprise right?). It was kind of awkward, but he was legitimately trying to make it not. Said he was going to text me tonight, wanted to hang out tomorrow. I have plans to run tomorrow before work so that probably won’t happen. I told him to text me and we’d see what we could figure out. Balls in his court.
Fitboy just spent the last three hours trying to talk me out of my ‘dream’ of becoming a medical relief worker in Africa (or any other ‘dangerous’ place). Took me by surprise. I didn’t think he worried about me much, but he seemed legitimately concerned about my determination to go there, especially with the fact that he didn’t think I realized how unsafe it could be. He kept questioning whether my life was worth less than the “fleeting” lives of the ones I’d help; and if anything I did would be worth it if the people I helped only fell into more trouble the next day, or week, or month. He questioned if I didn’t have anything worth staying behind for. Thing is, at this point, I don’t. I know how dangerous it can be, and I know I might sometimes underestimate it, but I want to do it. I want to help people, whether in Africa, or India, or Korea, or the Philippines, or even here. I just want to help people if it’s within my ability to do so.
I don’t even know why he brought it up, it’s not like it’s going to happen until I graduate anyways.
He also decided tonight that I’m the most frustrating and crazy girl he knows, and that he has no clue what to do with me haha.
bah. I love our late night talks.
He brought HER to our study group. And she had the audacity to start bashing MY hospital and the doctors I respect. And it’s not like I had a reason to like her to begin with, not with their situation. So yeah, I tensed up. Yeah, I tried to avoid looking at her. Yeah, I didn’t like it one bit. But I didn’t think I was being very obvious about it.
So when she finally left, and he looked at me and said “easy killer,” I didn’t know what to say.
How much does he know? How transparent am I?