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Year Two, Day 155: A Gym Rat Junkie

I have had several senior moment's already and it is only 8:28 a.m.!

Oh well, at least I have cool, red Viking hair!!






 I am on H's bus right now. I made my famous breakfast burritos this morning. At 4:30 a.m. I might as well get a food truck the way I'm going!

I made two burritos with fried potatoes, jalapenos, sausage, bacon, fresh tomatoes and cheese on gluten free tortillas for my son-in-law, two with fried potatoes, jalapenos, bacon, fresh tomatoes and eggs on flour tortillas for H, and four with fried potatoes, jalapenos, sausage, bacon, fresh tomatoes, eggs and cheese on flour tortillas for my daughter, son and I.

I missed H's bus on the first go round. I got to our designated intersection early, but was waiting at the stop going in the wrong direction! So I ended up having coffee at Starbucks downtown and caught him on the return trip.

It was actually quite pleasant to watch the sunrise, sipping a cup of coffee downtown.

I managed to hop on H's bus finally. We finished his route, he had a burrito (unfortunately cold by then) and then we headed to the gym.

I felt a little sluggish today.  I also felt some odd energy from H.

I think the thrill is gone. Sigh.

I wonder if we can really pull off the "just friends" thing?

There were a few rather awkward moments. Like when we were on the treadmill, and Donald Trump's gross "locker room" talk about women was discussed.  H is a hardcore democrat.  And he says he will be very proud to support Hillary and have a female president.

But wasn't one of the issues I had with H his rather racy text messages with me?

I think he sensed the hypocrisy. I know I did. We talked a bit about politics, but I feel like I am stepping on eggshells when we talk.

He talked a lot about work. I enjoyed listening to him. He gets very animated.

After our workout we sat in the hot tub. Like two old ducks. lol

Then he dropped me off at the library.

(It is now 2:18 p.m.)

Here I am, thinking "What just happened?"

Sigh. I do overthink things.

But on the positive side, he encouraged me to raise the incline on the treadmill to get a better workout. I confided in him that I felt sluggish and like I have reached a plateau. I want to go to the next level.

He encouraged me to rest more in between workouts. He thinks I am a "gym rat junkie" and that after awhile I am going to crash.

Perhaps.

But I told him that this is a good addiction!

Speaking of which, I am on my way to ridding myself of my H addiction!

Would be nice to be friends. But I am going to proceed with caution.  Back way up.

And take another look at my Theory of 9 list.

Happy Tuesday!

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