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Riding out this twist of fate
2005-09-29 - 4:17 p.m.
Before I get started on what's really on my mind, let me go back
and tell you about the race that I ran on Sunday. It was a half
marathon (13.1 miles) and my goal was to finish it in under 2 hours.
Guess what, guys--I did it! I was pretty happy with myself. My time
ended up being 1:56:42. It was a very small race with only a little
over 100 people in it (as opposed to the 7000 or so that ran in the
Vancouver half with me back in May), so I sort of missed out on that
feeling of running with the herd. Most of the time I was pretty much
running by myself, just like one of my usual runs. The biggest
difference was that I was pushing myself harder. And I could definitely
tell. At around mile 8 or 9 I had an incident just after one of the aid
stations where they were handing out cups of water and sports drinks.
Let's just say that the sports drink did not stay down. And then by
mile 11 I was definitely ready to be done. I was very tired. But I
kept pushing with what I had left. The voice in my head kept yelling,
"What are you saving your energy for--move it, girl!" Anyway, I
promised myself that if I accomplished this goal of less than 2 hours,
then I would buy myself new running shoes. My pinky toe is starting to
peak through a hole in one of my shoes. So yay, new shoes if I ever get
a chance to go shoe shopping!
So back on my favorite subject these days: Lolo. (You know, I'm
regretting giving him this nickname now. It seemed perfectly
appropriate when I gave it to him back in March, but now...) I dropped
him off at his place Sunday afternoon after the race. I was already
missing him by Sunday evening. Monday I worked tele and as I said in my
last entry, I saw him during lunch, but not alone. Tuesday I didn't see
him at all. Wednesday, yesterday, we had plans for him to come over to
my place after he got off of work at 9:30 and we were going to see a
movie. Finally 9:30 arrived and so did he. It seems as though he may
miss me as much as I miss him. At one point when we were coming up for
air he said, "You'd think we hadn't seen each other in a year." We made
it down to the movie on time (we saw Corpse Bride--his choice) and held
onto each other the whole time (discreetly, we're not obnoxious in
public). After the movie he walked me back to my building. When we got
to my gate he asked me, "Would you like me to walk you to your door?" I
don't know, there's still some hesitation in me, I'm still wanting to do
the "proper" thing. I was tempted to tell him good night there, but
instead I just said, "Yes."
I opened my door and we both went inside without hesitation. We ended
up fairly quickly on the couch. It was already pretty late, and I kept
thinking about how I was going to get him back to his car. Would I let
him walk alone downtown in the wee hours? Would I walk with him to his
car and have him drive me back? Would I drive him to his car? But
somehow the issue never came up. I was doing a pretty good job of
staying awake, but sometimes with me it's like somebody turns a switch
in me and suddenly I can't keep my eyes open any longer. We ended up
dozing on the couch wrapped in each other's arms, shifting occasionally
to relieve arms and legs that had fallen asleep. Finally he said, "I'm
afraid you're going to fall off the couch, can I take you to your bed?"
Heh heh heh... no, actually, I was too sleepy at this point to really
think that anything might happen there. I went and took out my contacts
and led him to my bed. We were both still fully clothed (erm, minus my
bra and his belt) and we just lay on top of the covers holding on to
each other. We spent the night this way. But you know me, I was awake
at 5 and suddenly very aware that there was a hot guy in my bed with me.
(Oh, woops, yeah, this is when the belt came off...) He didn't seem to
mind my amourousness...in fact I'd say he was quite encouraging. My
alarm went off at 6, but we ignored it until it turned itself off again
at 7. Since I had to be at work at 8 I finally forced myself to get up
and get ready. He left at 7:30 (he had left his stuff in the break room
at work the night before and wanted to go back and get it before the
people from the 8 o'clock shift started showing up).
So wow, yeah, he spent the night. We're not even a month out from our
first timid hand holding session. I worry a bit that we're going too
fast in the physical arena. I'm not usually like that. But then I've
only been with one guy, so how can I say what I'm usually like? I worry
that he's going to get bored with me. But things are going well in the
non-physical arena too, I'd say, so I'm not too worried about it. I love the way he can just be.
I like this guy so much.
One Good Thing: I woke up with Lolo
Song of the Day: Brass Bed - Josh Gracin
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