I met up with some fabulous ladies from one of my former lives yesterday (one of them blogs
here). We met up wayyy downtown for happy hour (mmm sangria), and to take stock of the past few years. However, one drink in I realized I could not, in fact, have another. I was buzzzzed. One drink? Really?
To be fair, I haven't had more than two drinks in a week in....a month? What happened to my bud light fueled social life!?!? I go to bed at 10pm on weeknights (sometimes on weekend nights too so I can wake up early the next day for a long run), I get up at 6am on weekdays (I can't sleep past 8am EVER now), and after one drink, I'm eager to go home so as not to upset my new boyfriend: Marathon Training.
He's definitely more of a clinger than I've ever tolerated in a new boyfriend, but I think he's worth it. When I treat him right, he is sooooo good to me, and when I ignore him or treat him like sh*t, he's a little mopey but comes around. No matter what I do, he refuses to leave me. That's a rare bird in this city (am I right ladies?)!
While it takes sacrifices to be in this relationship, I couldn't be happier about it. In the face of all the challenges in the rest of my life, it provides a strength and solace that I don't get anywhere else. However, it has made me decidedly less cool than I used to be ;)
What about you? Ever feel married to your training?
