Going back to 5k isn't an option, it's 10 or don't bother.
Been out four times in total since then. Loving it. I managed to shave off 7 minutes off my total time and now I can run it in 61 minutes. That's just ten minute miles. Holy shit how did that happen?
I'm a ball of total energy spiralling across the room. My body is, cells humming, involuntarily. Endorphins are coursing through my veins. It's a rush that pushes me to do more.
Energy is giving me the stamina to do way more than ever now.
I took myself out on the town with a friend, two singletons out and about. We were in need of a flirt. We started off in the stags head and were struggling to find seats. We positioned ourselves in the view of a group of handsome men who looked like they had jobs and enjoyed a chat together. Not one of them offered a seat.
Granted one of them had a wedding ring on, but we enjoyed having a look at the others.
We were spotted by two older men who asked us if we wanted to sit down. We obliged and sat. It was easy to identify with them. They were in the same position as us but older one widowed and one divorced. We chatted about the possibility of there only being ''the one'' being a myth.
I proceeded to try and set them up with my mam's friends thinking how great it would be.
So I took their pic and sent it to her and took his number.
They proceeded to tell us we were gorgeous and they couldn't believe we were single. The usual story and response '' we don't know what we're doing wrong''.
We are strong women who have been through our stuff and are enthusiastic about life. Not only that but deep and emotional in the way that enriches life and injects it into those we talk to. It's a miserable confusing and exciting time. Kissing boys and running away to find the right one.
Later on we went to coppers where my friend was chatted up while I stood around feeling vulnerable and slightly panicked. I needed to talk to someone.
I was chatted up by a 22 year old, and a guy about my height who looked like my friends brother.
The later was consistent. He was also persistent. I was not interested at first but he seemed genuinely nice so I kissed him. I started to feel better about him. He was a good kisser. But then we got chatting a bit more and he mentioned that he didn't like music. Any type of music. He didn't listen to music. His mother didn't like it and neither did he. I was shocked I'd never heard that someone wouldn't
Like music before it was the weirdest thing I'd ever heard.
What has come of the world and people, he was happy because he was unique. To me it was frightening. The idea that I couldn't reminisce over a song or get caught up over a melody with someone made me feel sad almost automatically.
This night had come to an end.
