Last night I opted to push my tempo run to tonight, so that I wouldn’t be taking two rest days off in a row or running too many consecutive days. Instead I decided to do some yoga stretches for my hamstrings and hips, and foam rolling for my IT band. The yoga ultimately led to some gymnastics, because I got curious to see what I could still do. I was a gymnast from the ages of 5-12, took a break in high school, and joined the team for one year in college. Gymnastics was always my favorite passion, but I unfortunately had to give up my dream after realizing that 5’8″ is just a little too tall for the sport. This is the art of mastering a handstand while using your cameras self timer.
Pumpkin is unimpressed. She was however, loving pouncing on my feet every time I kicked up or came down. Oh and chewing on the hair from my ponytail that hung down. I’m surprised she didn’t get kicked or stepped on. Oh, this is also why I loved keg stands in college, haha. Handstands and walking on my hands were always my specialty in gymnastics, I used to be able to go up and down the floor multiple times. I miss those days. And I did try to keep my shirt tucked in, but it just wasn’t staying. Oh well.
Marie, don’t yell at me, I didn’t get to watch RHPS yet. I swear I plan on watching tomorrow night while baking cookies and drinking pumpkin beer.
The other day I got to thinking, there are two types of people out there. Relationship people and non-relationship people. There was a time in my life, right after my parents divorce, when I was convinced I was a non-relationship person. I didn’t want to get married, I didn’t want kids, I didn’t want to date, and I definitely didn’t want to end up divorced. Turns out I was just delusional, because I think the longest amount of time I have ever been single is about 3 months.
I am most definitely, a relationship person. I thrive in relationships, I enjoy the companionship, compatibility with another person, having someone depend on me, and being able to depend on someone else. My first boyfriend was in the 6th grade, we dated for a few months before he broke up with me. We got back together for a little while the next year, and I then I broke up with him. The next boy came along when I was in 8th grade and he was a freshman in high school. We also dated for a few months before breaking up, I think he broke up with me but I can’t remember for sure.
My first serious relationship started at the end of my Freshman year of high school and lasted until the August before my Junior year, when I ended it. Then there was The German, who you read all about in my teenage drama saga. We started dating in the fall of my Junior year and I ultimately broke up with him during the spring of my Sophomore year of college. The next boy who came along, I only officially dated for about 4 or 5 months. I say officially because despite only having the relationship title for a few months, it continued off and on unofficially for almost 3 years. He was the first boy to really break my heart, and was the hardest break-up for me to move on from, and always the one I went back to after break-ups with other guys.
Towards the end of Junior year of college, I met a boy on spring break, and that relationship was probably my shortest. Despite being loved by all my friends, the guy wasn’t right for me and I called it quits after like two weeks. My next relationship started in the fall of Senior year of college, and lasted until around February, again with me initiating the break-up. I didn’t have another “official” boyfriend until the fall after graduating from college, that’s when I met my most recent ex. We dated from September 2007 until June 2009, I broke up with him once in the spring before he officially ended it that June. I met Alex one month later, we started dating in August, and the rest is history!
I’ve had a lot of relationships, but I’ve learned something about myself from each one. Mostly that I am indeed a relationship person. Are you all the non-relationship type, or the relationship type?
One more day until the weekend and a fun-filled Halloween holiday. By the way, I totally miss the days when I was in school and had off because the day after Halloween is a holy day of obligation. One good thing about 9 years of Catholic school.