I do not like drama. I’d just like to make that clear from the outset.
So, there are two teammates who live in my neighborhood and who are currently in town — and under normal circumstances, we’d drive to workouts together. But since I am such an impossible mean person, I don’t want to go anywhere with that teammate again (for simplicity’s sake, let’s call her B). However, I don’t mind giving a ride to the other teammate (let’s call her T). When I told T that I was going to drive, if she wanted a ride, she asked if B was coming along. Since I don’t like gossip either, instead of getting into the whole story, I just told her that I was kind of upset with B, so the answer to that question would be “no.”
About five minutes later, my phone rang. It was B. Obviously, I didn’t answer. Two minutes after that, she sent me this text: R u going tonight?
Not wanting to be mean outright, I replied, I am driving myself.
And then, because she thinks everything is fine between us (she accepted my apology, after all *sarcasm*), she asked, What time r u leaving? Can I go w ya?
Frankly, I was quite tempted to take her there, and then tell her I didn’t feel like having her in my car for the return trip. But that’s the sort of thing which might feel satisfying in the moment, and then I’d just feel like a crappy excuse of a human being afterward. Just because she’d do something like that doesn’t mean I need to sink to her level. But I wasn’t going to roll over and play nice, because I am really pissed, and she doesn’t seem to get that. My reply: Honestly, after what happened on Sunday when you left me stranded without a way to get home, I feel very uncomfortable offering you a ride. Until we can talk this out and you can understand that you owe me an apology, I don’t see how you can presume we can have a normal relationship.
And that was that. She never replied. We did see her at the pool — she just acted like nothing was wrong. Okay, whatever.
This morning, my coach and I had to wait ten minutes for her to show up for the run. (Like it’s not rude for her to make us wait, right?!) I’m not very chatty anyway when it’s a “group” workout, and I have nothing to say to her, so I didn’t say anything.
A couple of hours later, she sent me a text saying I’d like to talk to u. Can’t say the feeling is mutual, because at this point, it doesn’t matter what she says — even if she does apologize, which I doubt she will, it’s too little, too late. I will never be able to look at her in the same way again, knowing that she did what she did and still thinks that she did nothing wrong. If this turns out to be another bitch session where she yells at me about how rude I am to her, I will — true to apparent character — hang up the phone / turn around and walk away.
Really, I don’t need all this drama!!!
Aside from all this excitement, I think other things happened too. If I could only remember them…
Have you ever noticed that there’s this flavor which passes for “cherry,” but doesn’t actually taste like cherries?! It’s quite odd.
I bought this quite some time ago, but I never actually got around to opening it until this week. And earned a paper (foil) cut in the web between my thumb and pointer finger for all my pains. Awesome.
Very attractive, I know.
The swim workout last night was a killer — yes, I’ve been swimming regularly for a long time, but I never viewed it as a workout; it was always a form of relaxation for me. I almost never swim at “race pace.” The water was pretty cold, which was fine while we were moving, but every time we stopped for instructions I wanted to die. Since I’m drinking an insane amount of water lately (what’s up with that?!), I got out of the pool about two-thirds of the way through the workout to go to the bathroom. And then I just could. not. get back in the water. (If you think “chattering teeth” is just an expression, I assure you that it is not.) The coach ordered me to get into a hot shower. Lest I sue the tri club for subjecting me to hypothermia, or something.
(And by the way? I could have just gone home then and sent T a text that she ought to go home with B. But I promised that I’d take her home, so I waited. Is that really so difficult?!)
This bar is not new anymore — in fact, it expired in June — but it was when I bought it. And I actually really liked it. I don’t tend to enjoy “fruit and nut bars” like this, but I guess there are exceptions to every rule.
For this morning’s run, I donned two new purchases — one happy, and one not so happy.
I love this shirt!
The less happy:
Yes, I am wearing a knee sleeve over magic pants. (Good thing it wasn’t too hot out this morning… it was perfect running weather. Glorious.) At first, it was really stiff because it’s brand-new. As if I don’t have enough trouble moving my insanely tight legs?! How is this supposed to help!?
It loosened up a bit after a couple of miles (the knee sleeve, not my legs), but these lovely hill repeats and I don’t generally like each other. I cut out a little early — I don’t want to destroy my knee because I have a race on Sunday (even though it doesn’t actually hurt much when I run — mostly it just bothers me if I bend it and put weight on it at the same time, like walking up stairs or lowering myself into a chair). I also have a job, and B’s coming late meant everything was out of whack.
The thought of a PR happening on Sunday is pretty funny right now, unless my legs miraculously loosen up by then. (Actually, based on the above splits, I appear to be more of a distance runner … though that’s not usually the case, I don’t think. I would like my normal legs back, please.)
At least I got to have a lovely breakfast upon my return home.
Apple yogurt, cranapple crunch granola, chopped Fuji apple, and craisins. Enjoyed with a side of heavy icing for my knees and heels (oh, yes, it looks like the weirdest pain ever is thinking of making a comeback … that is not okay).
Since this may go down in history as the longest post ever, I’ll stop talking now. Although The Drama, Part Four (after this conversation I don’t want to have) might very well rival it…
“Genius, by its very intensity, decrees a special path of fire for its vivid power.”