The count down is on.
The next 5k race is this Sunday.
The surgery is this Monday.
I'm feeling better. The colds almost completely gone.
I feel awesome about running this time.
Other than the weather will be chilly.
The sportsman doesn't think I should run. Due to the fact that I can't have surgery if I'm sick.
I get it. But I wanna run too.
We also had a "talk" last night.
Soooooo freaking d o n e with running.
I neeed/ want to get back to lifting.
That is where my true passion is.
We have done too much damn running .
Not enough lifting lately.
This. Started an argument.
Words were said.
Tempers flew. Ok I became a potty mouth.
Once again our goals are different .
He is ok with how he looks. He just wants to maintain.
He doesn't care about looking better.
On the other hand am freakin driven. To be better.
I want to look like I work out.
Not just lean. That. Is. Not. Good enough.
I don't know what I'm doing wrong.
But I'm not seeing results.
I ask the sportsman. What do I need to do??
His reply??? Of course is blind freakin love.
He thinks I already look great.
That's not what I asked .
I need to know. Do I need to change my diet? Do I need to change my workout? Is it all the running?
Geezum man. Help me out here.
His reply again, he's not a body builder
Therefore he doesn't know.
Well hell. Then freakin look it up.
I mean seriously he looks and researches everything else.
Work with me here.
Yes people he does know I'm crazy obsessed.
But he married me for good and bad.
So back to my count downs.
I had to call and make payment arrangements for my bill for surgery cause I'm not independently wealthy.
I asked the lady if I were to die during surgery does the sportsman still have to pay. I think I caught her off guard. Cause there was dead silence on the end of the line. Ha ha.
Think I was joking? Not a chance. I was dead fucking serious.
So now u know. You won't be hearing from me for a couple of days.
Well unless I do die. Then you won't hear from
Me at all. Now that's fucking funny. No?