High five?

Today I told my coach that in six weeks of being with him at Crossfit I've gained 10 pounds.

He gave me a high-five.

Then he felt my guns.

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Then we had a very heartfelt talk.

Do you know what a "come to Jesus" talk looks like between two agnostic/atheists?

Well, I'll just say it ends in a meal plan, a promise to produce my food journal for review every two weeks and the words "NO EXCUSES" written on the white board.

.... and then it ends with a hug and the words "We are in this together, and it's the last time you will ever have to do it....."

FAIL

First Gluten-free fail of the experiment... although first success in a way too.

I've been gluten-free for about a week now, until last night. I gave in and hand Chinese-pan noodles. I LOVE these things.... and I quickly regretted it.

Immediately after eating them I was exhausted, nauseous and SORE everywhere. I have been working out hard for a few days, with lots of squats, but my knees have been feeling great.... until the noodles came.

It was insane how quick it happened, as soon as I tried to stand up my knees were KILLING me! It kind of freaked me out how fast it happened.... even today my knees are sore, my feet are sore, and I'm overall achy.

So, I guess it's a good thing, I'm seeing how wheat effects me in an inflammation sense... but it also sucks, because this means that I should never have those delicious pan noodles again.... 

Give and take I guess. :(

Relax, Relax and Relax some more....

I've needed a vacation... and so has Tuff. So off we went, Lava Hot Springs in Southern Idaho. 

A little town of just over 400 people. Three restaurants, we ate at all of them twice.

Once I asked Tuff what his favorite part of the trip was. He immediately answered, "The food."

It was quite cold our whole trip, usually around 14 degrees during the day and around 5-9 degrees at night. The only place to escape was in the amazing, soothing water....

We stayed at a hotel that pumped the mineral water straight from the hot pools into our shower and bath... so I took the Spud Mud that I got for Christmas last year and did my best to get all spa like. :)

The steam would freeze everything in sight... including hair. Tuff got quick a kick out of that. I told him stories about when my hair would freeze while I was walking to the school bus on the farm.... he looked at me like I was from another planet.

Overall we had a blast... just the two of us. It was just what we needed.

And even tho this place isn't anything to write home about, the water and the hot springs definitely are!

Here's till next time T-Dawg. Love ya!

Wheat-free till Valentines

I've been working hard, crossfit and swimming have been a daily thing for over a month now and my body is feeling awesome.

Today I took this photo of the calluses that are showing up on my hands. All the olympic lifts and kettle bell work is really taking a toll on these lady-hands.

haha..... I've NEVER had "lady" hands, but I also don't think I've ever had calluses like this.

Today my coach had me use a 20 kg kettlebell for my kettlebell swings and my hands felt it for sure! He knows how to push me and I'm feeling it tonight! It's part of the reason I love it so much at that gym.... we are doing things with my body that have never been done before. It's great, and really empowering.

I gained four pounds the first week I was there and still haven't lost it. My inches are falling off in amazing amounts, but not the weight yet. I know it's improvement, but I'd like to see the weight finally start to fall.

Last week one of my best friends came into town and at dinner we talked about her new gluten-free lifestyle. She talked about a book called "Wheat Belly" and I started reading it the next day. I felt like I was reading a book written about me.... the person who works out and eats healthy and can't lose weight for anything. The person who the healthier they eat the more weight they gain, sore joints, high inflammatory markers in blood work (remember all that blood work I was having done earlier this year???), the muscle aches and lethargy.....

Well, for the past two days I've been wheat-free, gluten-free, and feeling awesome. I decided that I'm going to try it for two months. In two months I should be able to tell if my body is benefiting from no wheat. Hopefully I'll see a weight difference, but I'm also hoping a difference in my inflammatory issues. It would be SOOOOO wonderful to not have the inflammation I've been dealing with. It makes me feel old, unhealthy and sick. That isn't me....

So, here is my dinner tonight. Celery, soft cheese and smoked salmon. Quite decadent and I am SOOOO content!

I'm leaving town for a small escape before the holidays, I am a bit worried that wheat-free will be hard when I'm on the road.... but I hear they have a great Thai restaurant there, and if I stick to rice noodles and rice then I should be good!!!

Oh, and I'm taking Tuff with me on my escape.... a little Big Sis/Lil Bro bonding and exploring time.... I can't wait.

Time for an update

Things have been different these last two weeks.... and put simply, CROSSFIT.

I started crossfit two weeks ago, it's insane. For those of you that aren't familiar with it, it's a very high intensity workout that incorporates dynamic exercise with olympic lifts. It kicks my ass.

Starting two weeks ago I am also keeping very detailed calorie journals and monitoring weight and measurements..... if I'm going to be working this hard I need to know what is working and what isn't.

Well, after two weeks I lost a little over a pound and gained most of it back this week (in muscle I think). BUT, the really interesting thing comes in the measurements.

In two weeks, I have lost an incredible amount of inches.

Neck - no change

shoulders - down 1.5 inches

chest - down 2 inches

waist - down 2.5 inches

hips - down 1.5 inches

right thigh - down 1 inch

left thigh - down 0.5 inch

right calf - no change

left calf - down 0.5 inch

right arm - down 3/4 inch

left arm - down 3/4 inch

TOTAL: down 11 inches!! Holy shit! That's awesome!

So, this tells me that I'm gaining a lot of muscle, which is great because in the end that is going to burn more fat. So, this is a perfect example of not paying huge attention to the scale, but to consider the measurements as well.

It was really nice to take the measurements today, that helped give me a shot of motivation for sure.

I'm going to focus this week on regulating my diet, not only keeping my calories in check, but also eliminating things that are known to be inflammatory to my body, mostly gluten and dairy. I know it will be hard to eliminate them completely, so I'm going to work on limiting them as much as possible..... we will see how it goes!

As I gain more muscle and keep up this level of activity, especially with watching my eating, I will see results.... there is just no way that I won't.

I've really been working on getting to Crossfit four times per week. My coaches there are awesome and very encouraging. They push me and are really supportive, it has been fantastic.

I am also dancing twice a week, one tap class and one modern class.

I am also swimming on Sundays. 

So..... six workout days, with one of those being active rest (swimming) because it is nice and smooth.

I am really liking how good I feel. I feel strong. 

My energy and appetite have kind of been all over the map lately. Some weeks I have NO appetite, sometimes I can't sleep to save my life, the past two days I've taken naps..... Like I told my Poppa a few days ago, "My homeostasis is all fucked up", but I think that is part of it. My body is trying to figure out what it is going to be, and we are trying to fine tune it now.

So, today I'm headed to the college to swim. A day in the pool is always a good day.

Thanks for everyone's support. This is a great thing for me and a CONSTANT battle, especially after my thyroid/hashimotos diagnosis. But, hard work will hopefully pay off. One day I will find the right combo, so far this is looking promising!

All good things must come to an end

Well, it happened. Last night my garden got kissed by the death of freezing temperatures. Today I woke up to blackened, shriveled leaves... and it was time.

 

Time to gather what was left of my little harvest. Next comes tearing the sucker out and prepping the soil for the spring.

 

So I picked what was left.... lots of baby, mini vegis. These little guys are tiny! But oh-so-beautiful. Hopefully they taste good too!! The only ones I am really worried about are those mini-eggplant. We shall see if they are properly developed or not.

 

 

I tried to save my Fresno pepper and jalapeno plants... and my mint. I moved these guys inside because, honestly, I just love picking these little tiny peppers. They are so cute! I'll have to see how long I can keep them going....

 

Oh, and my mint is awesome. I love throwing a sprig or two in my waterbottle... and my fresh Thai spring rolls. Yummm!!!

 

So, alas, my gardening days have come to an end until next spring.... but I have big hopes. I am contemplating a greenhouse off the back of the garage, I want to add a few raised beds along the fence and I need to get some raspberries in so they can root during these wet fall months.

 

But for now, I won't have anymore dirt under my fingernails. Unless maybe I keep working on my indoor-succulent garden. Hummmm...... :)

When all else fails, HIT SOMETHING.

I've been struggling with motivation to workout lately. Now that my races are done for the summer I need something to get me passionate again.

I'm dancing twice a week, and that is wonderful... but I need something to motivate me to work hard, to drip sweat, to be sore the next day.

So, I'm going to go try something I've always wanted to do.

I just signed up for a Muay Thai Boxing class. It's not until the beginning of next month, almost 30 days away... but I'm already looking forward to it!

Now I'm hopefully motivated to get some of my cardio conditioning back and tighten up a bit so that I don't get absolutely SLAUGHTERED when I get to the Muay Thai gym.

Honestly, I'm excited to try hitting and kicking something. I know I'm feisty, but I've never translated that to the physical arena. But now, BRING IT! And by now I mean in 30 days.... thank GOD I have some prep time. :)

When Nurturing is in your Nature

You know those days that you start to self-analyze, then you start to journal, then you start to make lists.... and before you know it you are wanting to change everything? Yeah, well, today has been one of those days.

I've decided that I need to dance more.

I've started tapping again with a class at Westminster. It is taught by a lady that is in a tap company in SLC. After talking to her and having a private class with her, my heart was giddy with syncopated rhythms. The next week I sat down to talk to her and asked her, "Honestly, how far am I away from being at the level of tapping in a company." She doesn't think it is far away, and invited me to come to the company class.

So tonight I find myself searching for more dance classes, aiming to dance 3-4 times/week during the winter.

I also find myself trying to find ways to stay motivated for fitness through the winter. It always gets hard when  I don't have races coming up and my motivation starts to dwindle..... but then I start finding facebook groups and blogs about all these wonderfully fit and perfectly developed women. It motivates me, and depresses me all at the same time.

I've been reading these amazing books lately, they have honestly changed my life. I have been doing a lot of journaling and assignments to analyze and address some things in my life and today one of my assignments was to make a list of things that nurture me (other than food) and do at least one of those things daily.

You know what was the top of my list? Dancing.

So there ya have it. I need to dance more. I need to let my soul sing. I need to let me feet beat it out.

Then come home, love on the dogs and take a bath.... nurture, nurture and nurture.

Where did you get all this steak???

You know the movie Twister? It has one of my favorite movie lines of all time....

The tornado chasers go visit her Aunt in middle-of-nowhere, Kansas. They are all eating steak and eggs. One of the guys asks her aunt, "Where did you get all this steak?" She says, "from the cows out front." He says, "I didn't see any cows out front." She replies with a smile and a strange questioning, funny guteral sound. Yep, no cows out front.... steak. Get it? haha. Love that movie.

I'm currently in Kansas with the men's soccer team and I tell ya what, it is exactly like it is portrayed in that movie. Twister nailed it. Totally Kansas.

As we drive around it is all small town. This is one of the larger towns in Kansas, but it's all small town. There are fields in the middle of town, lots of empty lots. All family run stores and restaurants. The cops still wave at you. Everyone is nice for the most part. Everyone seems content. A few people think they run the place, and oddly enough, they probably do.

There are the wierdys out there. You know the ones. The old lady on the lime-green scooter with the studded leather jacket. No one gives her any trouble, because honestly she is probably related to everyone.... it's just crazy Aunt Jane.

I've lived in small towns like this, I grew up in them. I know how these places work and honestly it's kinda sweet to spend some time here.

Being in Nebraska and Kansas in the past month has made me long a bit for the good rural life. It makes me wonder if it's for me again. It makes me think that it wouldn't' be too hard to have a few chickens, a few goats.... But let's be honest. I don't want to be burdened by that, unless I had a Tall-Dark-and-Handsome to make sure that things were always taken care of (including me).

It's sweet to spend some time here, to drive down the streets and wonder what crops those are growing in the fields.... they aren't the peas, wheat and canola I'm used to from my days in Walla Walla.

Today we played at a small college in a town of less than 900 people. It was a christian college and the soccer field was literally bordered by a farm field on one side. During the warm-up they played christian dub-step, it was the most interesting thing I have ever heard. Thing Dead Mouze (sp?) with the words "Jesus Christ... Listen.... My heart for Jesus" thrown in the mix.

Yeah, weird stuff happens.... believe everything Dorothy and Toto tell you.

With that being said, we are off to dinner at Chili's.... a little bit of normalcy will be nice.

Oh, and may I recommend Twister for family movie night? It's a good one.

A morning with my Happy Boys

We went to the farmers market this morning, just me and my boys. We wandered around, bought a few things that caught our eyes or noses and then grabbed some lunch and had a seat to listen to some local band.

The boys enjoyed the grass, their water bowl and their new bones. I enjoyed some Greek food for lunch.

While we were sitting there a family came up and asked if they could pet the boys. I introduced them and the boys covered their twins with slobbery kisses. As we were talking the lady said that they had seen Ike laying in my lap while we were sitting there and she said, "It is obvious that they are really happy with you." Let me clarify, yes, all 85 pounds of him enjoys laying IN my lap... it's a sight I am sure. Anyways....

It touched me. I hope they are happy, and I truly think they are, but to have someone else notice it warmed my heart. I mean, honestly... look at this face, he looks pretty stinkin' happy to me!

Here is a pic I snapped of Porter after we got home. One of the benefits of having a "big" brother is all the toys and treats come in jumbo size. So here is Porter with his 8'' inch raw-hide bone. He kept it in his mouth for over an hour and kept hiding it from Ike. These two are true brothers.

My delicacies of the day included having a snack of fresh raspberries and locally-made-raw-milk Edom cheese. YUMM.

MY FIRST REPEAT

Yep, that's me... starting my first repeat triathlon. This same race was my very first triathlon, this same weekend last year.... can you believe that now it is my SEVENTH!! Crazy town!

Mom, Wint and Brittney came to cheer me on... I always love having a support crew. It makes it fun during the bike to wonder where they will pop up along the course.

The bike portion was SUPER HILLY. Crazy hills, and lots of them. I conquered two hills standing up, which has always been a struggle for me, so I felt like I had a big accomplishment there. Overall I feel like I did well on the bike course, I am interested to see my time.... it should be a good one.

Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate!! Now onto the 5k....

I survived the pouring rain, lightining, thunder, another SUPER HILLY run course.... We ran through the State Mental Hospital  grounds with are always beautiful, but a little creepy as you run past the razor-wire yard. Too bad none of the crazies were out, I probably would have ran a little faster. haha.

The people that take off your chip at the finish line are some of my favorite volunteers, because as I am standing there with my legs shaking and my whole body tingling they bend over to take off my chip, so I don't have to.

Yep, crazy weather, but we survived.... and the brand new shoes got their introduction to mud

Yep, that's me feeling good.... Cool, rainy weather, a great conquering bike course, a fun successful run, no swim (due to lightening), but a successful seventh race if I do say so myself! It's always a good day when this smile busts out at the finish line!!

Hand over my heart, tugging on heart strings.

Seven years, can you believe it has been that long? Seven years since I lost an athlete on the ice, during a game, and it changed my life forever.

 

I was thinking of him last Saturday and Sunday, during the national anthem at our collegiate soccer games. I always think of him during the national anthem, because for three years after his death, every time I heard that National Anthem this was my view. 



 

We hung his retired number right next to the American flag, and as I looked at the flag and banner side by side the sting of that horrid night came back.

 

Now every time I cover my heart and listen to this powerful anthem, I think of him. I'll admit, the memory isn't quite as stinging anymore, but it still comes.... and I hope it always does.

 

His death changed my life. It made me question this career, it made me question my life. It changed the way I choose to live.

 

I am grateful for his memory, I am grateful for the love and friendship of his family. I am grateful for how my life has changed to follow his lead to never pass up an opportunity to do something great.

 

So, Jax, yes.... I think of you often, especially as I stand with my hand over my heart. Old habits die hard.

 

To read more about this great man, see www.rockonjaxon.com

Grilling Solo

I was talking to my Lil' Sis yesterday and told her that I wished she lived closer so we could BBQ out back and drink chai tea on the porch... that is just isn't the same doing those things for yourself and no one to share it with.

Well, after a suprise cancellation of soccer practice I found myself at home three hours early. I decided that it's crap that I don't BBQ for myself... I should pamper myself more often.

So, I grabbed those steaks that were thawing for food prep and threw them on the grill, started some mashed potatoes. Then grabbed some peaches and threw those on the grill as well.

I grabbed one of my salads from food-prep that morning and whipped up a lemonade/berry/orange rum cocktail.... I was going all out.

By this time the steaks were ready for a flip and quickly finished. I made up my plate and sat on my back patio to enjoy my feast.

I will admit, best steak I have cooked in awhile, too bad no one else could enjoy it as well....

The peaches were great, the mashed pots hit the spot....

The pups and I enjoyed the warm back yard with it's perfect cool breeze. I sat and made lazy mental checklists of everything I wanted to do in the back yard.... hang the shade canopy, dead-head the roses, next year put the tomatoes at the back of the garden beds, roses along the north fence, blah blah blah....

Things were progressing nicely, almost too nicely.

It was then that I stood up to go in the house and realized, that cocktail? Yeah, I was drunk. Wayyy drunk. I didn't realize how big it was when I made it.... but it caught up with me, fast. No wonder I had such a lovely meal alone. LOL 

A COLORFUL LIFE

When I bought my house I knew I wanted to do something to the front yard and this wonderful porch, but I couldn't quite figure out what.  I went back and forth, even contemplating fencing the whole thing for a courtyard... but then I realized it would look like a compound and no one would be able to see the porch!! 

Well, I've been in my house for five months now (can you believe it?!?!) and I decided that it was finally time to do something. It needed some curb appeal....

So, here is the before.... 

And after a sweaty Saturday and Sunday this is what I came up with.

I knew I wanted color... so here it is!! I think that some of the eves will be purple in the near future... but I didn't get it done this weekend.

You can't really see it, but the address plaque is this gorgeous glass tile.... that same tile is also on the table top. That was a super fun project, I have been looking forward to it for awhile now.

I love it. At first I was a bit scared when I did that first stroke of the teal paint... but now that it has settled on me for a few days I am really liking it.

So, there ya have it. My grey and white house has a little pizazz now. Quite perfect for a girl like me, if I do say so myself....

Porter's Great Adventure

I got the call you never want to get, my neighbor calling to say that my little one is out and is heading towards a busy intersection. I'm at work.

So I immediately call in backups and run to my car, speed all the way home and call my helpful neighbor on the way. He says, "there is a lady out on her run... she is trailing him. He's running from her though."

As I get within a few blocks I call again, I get vectored into their location and I park at the curb. As I get onto the sidewalk I can see our helpful-runner coming my direction... as I look in front of her I see it. A little black speck, running his guts out and barely cresting the small hill.

I yell, "Porter! Come here!" He stops, utter confusion... "What is Mom doing out here in this wierd place? And why is this crazy lady chasing me?"

After I called him again he came and jumped into my arms, gave me a few kisses and then continued to pant his guts out. He had one hell of a run!!

I thanked my neighbors profusely and gave out a few hugs.

My helpful runner-neighbor said that he gave her a good workout! Took her on a new route, hit a hill she wasn't used to, she had to use her arms as she blocked traffic for him to cross the street, etc... and 30 minutes went by so quickly already!

Maybe Porter has a new career ahead of him, Personal Trainer! Not if I have any say... his cute little butt is only leaving the house when I'm attached to it from now on.

I got home, he ran for water, I found the warped part of my new fence that he got out through and blocked it with a huge rock.

I loved on Ike a bit... obviously confused as to what was going on. When I opened the door he was waiting for me, swollen with the expression of, "MOM, PORTER IS GONE. I don't know where he is, and I think that guy next door with the crazy dogs is chasing him."

I got them all tucked in, left out lots of treats and puzzles to keep them occupied and left... hoping that everything will be ok when I return from work.

It does make me feel a bit guilty though, he wouldn't be trying to get out if he didn't feel like he was missing something where he was. I need to be home more. Here come all the "guilty-mom" feelings.....

I snapped this picture before I left... I can't tell if he's longing for another adventure or grateful to have survived the first one.

The bigger the key chain the more important you are

 My keychain used to look like this...

Now it looks like this,

and I couldn't be happier about it.

After four years of being "part-time" (yet working full-time hours) at Westminster College, we finally got word that this year budget was approved for me to be full-time staff/faculty.

So, this year I am moving over into the newer training room. For the past week I have been cleaning and rearranging. I can't take clutter and disorganization very well, so that was the first thing that needed to be fixed.

This year I will be responsible for Men's Soccer, Snowboarding (Men's and women's) and Cross Country/Track (Men's and Women's).

Men's soccer started yesterday. It's going to be a long, crazy season... but I am ready for the challenge and to prove that I can knock this out of the park.

I also took over the snowboard team, and I really mean took it over. My technical job title is "Head Coach", but it should really be Director of Operations or General Manager. I won't do much coaching, but I am in charge of everything else. So right now I am at my desk and taking a break from responding to recruits. Luckily I have watched my parents do this dance for years. I have watched them build teams and manage them awesomely, so while I know that this will be a huge job, I know that I can do a good job.

I am also taking over a new class to teach. I will be teaching Intro to Athletic Training, on top of my other three classes I teach in the health and wellness department. I will have a full schedule, but I am excited about it. Two days a week I will have three full hours of teaching. I love teaching, it makes me feel like I am doing some good in the world... so I am excited to get some good classroom time and tell some fun stories. This should be a great class for sharing stories, pictures, x-rays, videos, etc.... sound like a great time. :)

So, yes, it's only the beginning of July... and yes, I am already busy busy back at work. I didn't really get a summer this year, but then again, who does?

I have been working for this for a long time, and to be here at 31-years-old is an honor.

Who needs Magic Mike when.....????

  Poppa and Owen got hired to work the Spartan Race in Midway, UT yesterday... and they roped me into it. The good news was I was able to tag along with this guy all day!! Yep, that's my stud of a bro Owen, and YES, we are covered in dust/mud... and I do mean COVERED!!

Owen was a roving medic for Phase 2 of the 13-mile course and I was assigned as his sidekick. We had at least half a dozen "obstacles" in our section including cargo nets, sandbag carries, mud crawls, barbed wire crawls, carrying buckets filled with rocks, eight-foot walls to climb over... not to mention trail running, and lots of it.

As we were driving around in our UTV (utility-terrain-vehicle) I quickly realized three things...

1. This was going to a long, hot day for everyone involved.... runners and staff alike.

2. We were going to get REALLY dirty.

3. There was A LOT of eye candy.

I didn't realize that mud runs = little clothing. Makes sense... but I wasn't expecting it!!

I quickly realized that muscles + mud + sweat = FUN!!

So... I got a front row roving seat for this all day....

Crawling under barbed-wire....

and rolling under barbed wire...

and crawling through mud....

and wading through mud...

chopping and throwing...

carrying sandbags...

climbing walls...

and climbing nets...

looking manly...

and finishing...

luckily, lots of finishing.

We had a great time. Quite a unique race that was very impressive to watch. We handed out lots of water, electrolytes and encouragement. Honestly, we didn't see anything too fun (fun = gorey).... but any day with these two is a great day.

Oh, and we found these crazies along the way as well!! They volunteered in registration and the bucket brigade. Dirt and sweat for everyone!!

(Jake, Abby, Pops, Owen, Me)

Our 12-hour day is done... give me some pulled-pork nachos (YUMM!!) and send me home for a shower!

If you text me one more time I swear to GOD I will....

Today it was 84 degrees in Salt Lake City at around 4:30 pm and unfortunately due to my unwillingness to get up early this morning I was forced to do my run in this ungodly heat.

I had to do it. No way around it.

So I put on a tank (minimal tan lines here!) and the rest of my running ensemble. Ike, my huge black dog, quickly realizes that this combo of clothing means one of his favorite things.... A RUN.... and promptly starts bouncing in circles around me as I go through the house getting dressed.

We finally get started. I-pod running coach in my head phones, Ike is leashed up, we take off.

It's HOT. I mean really hot. Even in the shade. The road/sidewalk/asphalt holds heat, I kind of forgot that over the winter. I start worrying about Ike's feet and keep him in the shade as much as possible, but there is no way getting around it. It's hot!

I'm not used to it. My intervals are feeling A LOT harder than normal. Now, that may be due to the fact I was forced to take four days off for a bum hip and a bum back. But, still. It was difficult today and the panting and sweating bucket loads didn't help.

About half way through my third and final run interval my phone (where my podcast is playing from) starts receiving text messages. Now, normally this wouldn't be a big deal, except for the fact that every time my phone gets a text it briefly pauses whatever music file it is playing so it can notify of the message.

As I am panting and dying my way through this interval I gets eight text messages. EIGHT times my phone pauses to notify me. EIGHT times I have to RUN LONGER.

I start cussing in my head. Telling my phone to SHUT UP. Alarm during a walk interval! For the love of GOD, don't make this run interval one second longer than it needs to be!!

Finally it ends (I swear those text messages added five minutes to that interval) and I finish my run workout. Ike and I make it back to the house and down about a million gallons of water.

I finally check my messages. An ex/trying-not-to-be-an-ex who is pleading his case. Flattering. But the timing was HORRENDOUS!

*******three hours later********

OK, now, back to that dating thing......

p.s. Ever text me that many times during a "sweat your skin off" run and you won't get another chance. EVER. *Enter sweet smile and batting eyelashes here*