Today, I managed to sneak another run in the middle of my workday. It was short this time… Reeeal short. I don’t really like “short runs” because I’m not a fast runner. I can run forever, but don’t ask me about running fast. I don’t see the point of running fast… Not unless the devil is chasing me.
I digressed… I ran from Camp Coiner to Ichondong, the long way (I thought). But it was only 5 miles round trip, exactly what I needed (though). I put on my earphones and my Garmin (which is held together with 100mph tape). I was happy and giddy, skipping around the patches of snow and ice and thinking to myself I better watch out or I may slip and slide in to the street, get run over by a car, a bus and a moped and nobody will know what happened to me because I wasn’t wearing my RoadID.
I kept running… Stopping… running… Red man… Green man… Listening to NPR, A Prarie Home Companion to be exact. Then I my mind drifted to something I should have added to my “New Year’s Resolution List”: “No more worrying about relationships” or what Dane Cook lovingly calls “relationsh*ts"… *sigh* That man inspires me!
Honestly, I don’t care to be in a relationship, but many times it seems that if I was in one, many things would be easier. I know as soon as you finish reading what follows you will be quick to say “NAH, that doesn’t happen!” But anyways… I think if I had been in a relationship the gossip of me being with a million and one men could have been easily been avoided. Heck… I once was told “I thought you were one of those girls, because you work so hard and don’t have a boyfriend.”… giggle giggle.
Truth of the matter is, that I tried. I seriously tried looking around, meeting, befriending… yadayada. And truth of the matter is that I don’t care. I’ve dated younger, older, and same age. And if we talk about diversity… My menagerie kinda resembles a box of Crayola crayons. One thing they all have in common is their inability to “man up”. They just “up and leave”… Yep, all of them! Which is ok with me, since I don’t have to do the dirty work of telling them that “it’s just not working out.” But I would still like the courtesy of a “good bye and a why?” Oh well… It is what it is… C’est la vie… Asi es la vida.
So as I headed back to Coiner all I could say was… Forget about it. I am happy alone, if others are not happy with my status… Well, too bad… soooo sad. I am happy and that’s all that should matter… I looked at my Garmin and 5.11 miles were done… And it’s all that matter.
I was happy to have finished my short run… and made a mental note to have some music in addition to the podcasts, just in case my mind becomes too active and I need to shut it up :).