The Rambling Runners Forum

Every so often, I buy a few workout sessions from a trainer at my gym just to change up my exercise routine. I never go with the perfect-looking trainers, the ones who look like they kill themselves working out every day and still get plastic surgery, Chicago laser hair removal in all the right places, tanning, and everything else to make them look like a statue of a Greek god or goddess instead of a human being. No, they look too much like they overdo it and when that’s not enough they pay for everything. I want a trainer who knows what they’re doing, but they’re comfortable enough to know they don’t need to look like they’re twenty-one years old when they’re pushing forty-five. Having a six pack would be nice, but having a washboard stomach is fine too. In fact, from what I’ve read, six-packs take too much maintenance anyway. Why would anyone want to give up all the sugar they eat and all the fast food? You still need some things in life to enjoy. Or else what’s the point? Why look like a god if you never have any free time to spend with your friends or be seen by anyone else?

Keyword research, edit this, edit that, analyze that marketing data, email those people, call back these other people, and vacuum the floor. Yeah, there’s a of things I should be doing at work, but I mostly end up putting them off so that I can keep looking up all the diseases I might have. I had to research diabetes this one week for work and I ended thinking for the rest of the month that I had type 2 diabetes. Another week, I researched cancer insurance and by Friday was calling the client to see if I could get a discount on cancer insurance because I was certain that I now had it. Every time someone else sneezes or coughs around me on the train to or from work, I’m next to certain that I now have a cold or the flu. My stomach turned upside down on me and I knew I was going to vomit. When I got home, I hung my head over the toilet bowl for an hour and a half, expecting to vomit, but I never did. I was so disappointed. I don’t know how to explain it to you. I sound crazy. But I’m not. I’m just sick. Really sick.

I can’t believe I almost didn’t get the Notre Dame Fighting Irish tickets! If my friend didn’t call to remind me about it I would’ve completely blown it. She really wants to go to this game, so I probably wouldn’t have heard the end of it! I guess I’ve just been so distracted lately. Everything has been such a blur. There’s a lot going on ever since I started my night classes. I don’t even know where to start! Basically, things are tense with my boyfriend ever since I started them. Because of my studies, we’ve been spending less time together. On top of that, there’s a guy in my class who is making his interest in me known. I exchanged phone numbers with him when I was sick that one time and now I’m worried that my boyfriend has the wrong idea. This will all blow over, though. We’ve had some difficulties but, overall, he’s been very supportive. We just haven’t had a chance to sit down and have one of our really long discussions. Also, I made sure to get extra Notre Dame Fighting Irish tickets so he could come along! My friend said she doesn’t mind. I know he will be really happy about this!

Grandma is a very amazing lady. She is the one who always cooks Sunday dinner for us. We are always at Grandma’s on Sunday after Mass. Even though we straggle in throughout the morning, and there are quite a few of us, it seems everyone always ends up at Grandma’s by dinnertime. Grandma and Grandpa are always the same. Grandma loves her kitchen and Grandpa loves his workshop. She has taught us a lot about staying healthy, especially since she has made it her life’s mission to make sure Grandpa stay as healthy as possible since he has diabetes. She has gone from journals to computers for her data storage of grandpa’s medical info and his daily readings that he takes to record his blood sugar. Grandpa gets really focused on whatever project he is working on in his workshop and forgets to take his readings, but Grandma is always on it. She is amazing to me. She never seems to be in a rush or even to be stressed. I wonder how she does all that she does and not get confused with it or even frustrated. I think I would get tired of having to make sure someone keeps up with reading meters.

I used to date a girl who had more family money than they knew what to do with. I do not think that I ever saw her wear the same outfit or shoes more than once. Her closet was more packed than anything I have ever seen in my entire life, and trust me when I tell you; her closet was almost as big as my entire bedroom. Her grandfather had been very successful. He was in the milling business, and even had a factory that manufactured end mills. Some larger corporation eventually bought out his company for some ungodly amount of money. I do not even know if her father ever worked a day in his life. He just lived off of their family money. Luckily, the girl, Lisa, did not want to follow her father’s footsteps, and had some aspirations for her life. She was an excellent cook, and was in culinary school when I met her. We used to cook for each other all of the time, and it was really one of my favorite activities that we did together. Unfortunately that was about the only thing we had in common with each other. Cooking could not be the only thing we had.

I’m determined to make today a productive day! My buddy is coming over with some cut tools later so I can finish the project I have started. It’s only going to require a few more days of work. Right now I’m going to keep mostly everything a surprise except to say I’m building it for my best friend. She is going to be so surprised! I’ve actually been wanting to talk about something that’s been on my mind for a long while now. She and I have known each other for five years already and I don’t know when it happened, exactly, but I think I am starting to have feelings for her. I mean, obviously, we have always had a very nice relationship with each other but I never felt anything romantic toward her until now. I guess that is why I have spent so much time crafting this project. I’m hoping I can make it obvious in some way. I know she cares about me deeply, but I feel like she might freak out if she knew how I really felt. I can’t say for certain that she has any kind of feeling like that toward me. I’m hoping I can somehow figure this out by seeing her reaction to my surprise gift. We’ll see!

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