Boom! 14 miles! Consider this text your hi-5, handshake and medal.

Post run text from my friend Rachel who I met up with yesterday and was lamenting over how running far outside of a race format would be anticlimactic. Little did I know the sense of accomplishment for a personal distance record still tasted as sweet without all the pomp and circumstance of a race!

A relationship is like a really great novel – there are twists and turns and secrets and hidden meanings. You want to circle, underline, leave notes in the margins; you want to flip through its pages and take it to bed and putting it down will feel impossible. A first date, though, is like Cliff Notes. Convenient and hasty and lacking the depth we’ve come to relish. No contest there, really.

Another gem from thought catalog that I found this morning, but related well to this evening.

Wiley and I talked on the phone today – we’ve been texting semi-regularly as friends which has been good. He is a very special person to me and I’d hate not knowing what’s going on with him. Midway into our 30 minute conversation he asked me if I was dating anyone. I was vague, but confirmed that I was dating. He then offered up that his girlfriend is “essentially living with him.” After what 6 weeks. I mean he sounds happy, but at the same time I can’t help but feel sad for him. He’s turning 29 on Friday and I know his life isn’t where he’d like it be or where he thought it would be. I just hope he doesn’t find himself in a situation he can’t get out of. I want the best for him and granted I don’t know much about this new girl, but I find it hard to believe that he won the love lottery that quickly. I know I’m not the right girl for him, but that doesn’t mean I want him to settle either. 

I try to live intuitively with respect to my physical body. In a way, it is like enterting into a marriage with myself. I’m going to have this body for the rest of my life. I’m going to need to figure out how it works, what to do with it. I’m going to have to live in it. For, like, ever. Literally. The same goes for you, so you’ll need to find something that’s workable.

Saw this on a non fitblr blog I read.

I really want to work out with you! I need a workout buddy! Please text me/call me when you are working out! ~A.G

Hey, I miss you. Just saying. Also, I’m in need of a running trainer stat. Interested? ~B.P

One of my students direct messaged me on twitter and another wrote on my facebook.

I love messages like that. I’m going to be more intentional about directly inviting people to work out with me. I may even lead a 30 day shred challenge or something!

When you reframe setbacks as opportunities, you will find that you gain much more than you have lost.

Thanks to those who have supported me throughout this break up. I have no ill will towards Wiley and I know he’s hurting too. He’s just choosing to deal with it differently. I hate it, don’t get me wrong, but it puts a “finality” on us as a couple that I couldn’t truly bring myself to think about. 

Regardless I know I’m on the path I’m supposed to be on. I can continue to move forward on my journey. I’m learning to trust God more than I trust myself.