I confess

Annmarie told me bout this earlier today at work and I figured I'd try it. A list of confessions. With that being said:


I confess...

I love love and love to love but not so sure if I'll ever have said feeling reciprocated.

I like getting gifts but birthday benedictions from people I least expect it from or acknowledgements in general make me happy.

I find great solace in running as well as "solitude" when just sitting around in public places. (Union Square)

I kinda resent catching feelings for people. I hate that I become vulnerable.

I fear being a bad parent more than being a parent in general.

To me, hugs are magical and can make even the worst times feel a little better.

Most of the times I don't try things because I genuinely don't care for it. Other times I'm just scared of the outcome.

Not sure if I want to be an engineer anymore.

I cross my arms across my chest like a pharaoh on occasion if I'm sleeping on my back.

I like to drink from containers instead of pouring a glass.

My relationship with my family is interesting. I love them but I prefer to minimize my social outings with them.

I admire my sister for going after what she wants to do in life.

Hearing certain relatives eat or talk prompt me to immediately drown them out with music. I find it annoying.

I don't think I'm a good sibling.

Autumn Catch Up

Another night with not shit to do. Not that that's abnormal. It's Friday. I don't go out on Friday unless I have an earnest desire to do so or I made plans, which is far and few inbetween. My weekend will be as dry as crix considering 1- no need to train because my running season is over and 2- people I usually hang with are occupado for the weekend. So, that leaves me to entertain myself. Meaning, wake up late, go run, and whatever the hell else that falls in between.

Border line feeling lost since Chicago. Like, no motivation to do much of anything. Running far less intense regarding speed and distance. Still rocking with BR and all but I cut back. Registered for Nike DC Half, hopefully i get chose. I suppose I should mention how Chi went. Well, actually. First full marathon 3:33:15. Boston Qualifier. I have hit every running goal that I set. On to bigger things. So needless to say, 2014 Imma be going ape shit.  Race race race. Nike Nike Nike.

In less entertaining news, work is ok I guess. There's a shark in the water and I'm not here for any remake of JAWS so I'll be sure to get my shit together upon hitting a year at my present place of employment.

In the realm of my social life... yeah, dont really have one. Running kinda killed that and I COULD go out and drink but I dont drink anymore so you see where this is headed. Nowhere, and fast.

My personal life... man.... there arent enough words to quite express what i call my personal life. Maybe another time.