Did I mention I am competing in the Chicago Triathlon on August 25th? I am!
Have I ever mentioned I have Fibromyalgia? Chances are many of you would say "Probably not!"
Here's the thing. Fibro is crazy little pain/fatigue disorder with no cure and I've been battling the symptoms for years and years. I just don't talk about it a ton. Why? I don't want to be labeled. I don't want people to think I can't do things just like everyone else.
But it's time to start talking. We need awareness.
And in my most audacious attempts at living well and taking back my heart and soul and physical health, I am racing in the Chicago Tri. The Olympic Distance. Cuz I'm stubborn like that.
I won't really be chatting about the training here, BUT if anyone reads this blog (and seriously if you DO read this blog, leave a comment sometime yo) please know that I have started this other little blog that will chronicle my adventures training for the tri WITH fibro.
http://tri-ingwithfibro.blogspot.com/
Much love,
Katherine
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
Dateline and Dating
It is Friday night.
And I am watching Dateline.
And I am happy to be watching Dateline about murder mysteries and women snapping and I am laying on the couch marveling how my Friday nights have changed so very much. I have gone from wearing skimpy shirts and looking for a man to having boyfriends and spending my Friday nights with my man to me being tired from the long week and relieved I can sit my ass on the couch, eat some Chinese food, and watch Dateline about a woman "accidentally" killing her man.
I find no shame in putting on a face mask, drinking a glass of wine, and watching the news.
Evenings as a twenty-something are very different from evenings as an early thirty-something.
This month I found out my first boyfriend is engaged. We miraculously still speak and are on good terms. This month my second boyfriend will be getting married to the first woman he started dating after he broke up with me. We, unsurprisingly, do NOT speak and are in no way friends. And this month my third and most recent ex-boyfriend and I have been broken up for 2 and half-ish months. We never said we would try to be friends. We didn't want to make promises we couldn't keep. I'd like to think we could be one day, but I know it's not realistic considering how sad we both were when we decided to part ways. In the most adult breakup of my life, we both knew we weren't right for each other and neither one of us wanted to walk away, but we both knew we should. Or shouldn't we have? Ick.
Those kind of breakups suck by the way.
And so I sit here on the couch on a Friday night because I am tired.
Dating is difficult and I tired of it a decade ago. I'd love to press a little button and just make my way through the sea of men and find a good fit, but I am nutty and most people don't interest me. I'd also like to press a little red button and be ready to date. I've been on a few dates the past month or so, but even the good ones leave you wondering if you're ready. But that being said....there was a good one.
So I guess you won't know if you're ready til you try?
And I am watching Dateline.
And I am happy to be watching Dateline about murder mysteries and women snapping and I am laying on the couch marveling how my Friday nights have changed so very much. I have gone from wearing skimpy shirts and looking for a man to having boyfriends and spending my Friday nights with my man to me being tired from the long week and relieved I can sit my ass on the couch, eat some Chinese food, and watch Dateline about a woman "accidentally" killing her man.
I find no shame in putting on a face mask, drinking a glass of wine, and watching the news.
Evenings as a twenty-something are very different from evenings as an early thirty-something.
This month I found out my first boyfriend is engaged. We miraculously still speak and are on good terms. This month my second boyfriend will be getting married to the first woman he started dating after he broke up with me. We, unsurprisingly, do NOT speak and are in no way friends. And this month my third and most recent ex-boyfriend and I have been broken up for 2 and half-ish months. We never said we would try to be friends. We didn't want to make promises we couldn't keep. I'd like to think we could be one day, but I know it's not realistic considering how sad we both were when we decided to part ways. In the most adult breakup of my life, we both knew we weren't right for each other and neither one of us wanted to walk away, but we both knew we should. Or shouldn't we have? Ick.
Those kind of breakups suck by the way.
And so I sit here on the couch on a Friday night because I am tired.
Dating is difficult and I tired of it a decade ago. I'd love to press a little button and just make my way through the sea of men and find a good fit, but I am nutty and most people don't interest me. I'd also like to press a little red button and be ready to date. I've been on a few dates the past month or so, but even the good ones leave you wondering if you're ready. But that being said....there was a good one.
So I guess you won't know if you're ready til you try?
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