Long week

Oh dear....I've been neglecting my poor blog this week.  I need to write my Frederick Race Report--before I forget what happened! (I finished--slowly, but surely--thank goodness!)  In a very similar fashion, I've also neglected my workout routine.  And sleeping.  And eating/eating healthy.  I have however, been very diligent about drinking and staying out late. I have been exceptionally proficient on both of those fronts.

Monday evening I was supposed to have a "date" with an online-dating fellow.  We had talked last Tuesday about maybe doing something Monday night, but I hadn't heard from him in six days.   Thinking he might have forgotten, I brought my gym bag so I could head to Body Pump and Spinning after work if I never heard from him.  Then, Monday afternoon, an old friend of mine, who I rarely see, texted me to tell me he was going to be in town Monday and Tuesday night and informed me we would be hanging out.  This friend is one of my very favorite people in the whole world, so I was starting to be glad that I had not yet heard from my date.  Maybe he had forgotten or chickened out?  It's probably a little old-fashioned of me, but I think that the guy should call the girl to confirm/make plans.  (Or rather I should say, if a guy takes initiative in this small way, it's a good litmus test as to how he'll act in other ways...confident, chivalrous, etc.  If he's waiting for me to make plans for him, it seems like he's a little lazy. Or either too arrogant or too insecure to try.)

Then, at 5:00pm, I had a little professional meltdown.  My boss called me into his office to inform me that I wasn't getting the promotion I've been waiting four months to hear about.  To add insult to injury, the external candidate who is getting the offer graduated from my college, with my degree, three years ago. The SAME year, coincidentally, that I started working at my current place of employment.  I was not completely surprised that I did not get the promotion, and I had some reservations about the position for which I was eligible, but my ego still took a nasty blow at this news.  I am a competitive person, and I wanted to "win" the position.....probably, admittedly less than I actually wanted the position itself.  But to be overlooked for someone external with a very similar background and less professional experience was difficult.  There were tears....and sniffles and hiccups.  I wish I could have been a very calm and stoic rock about the whole situation, but unfortunately I was not.  I mean there was very little I could say to my boss except that I was "disappointed."  But truthfully, I was angry, frustrated and discouraged.

Around 5:30pm, as I was walking to the metro, wiping my drippy nose and hiding my mascara-raccoon eyes under enormous sunglasses, I received a text message from my would-be date: "What happened?"
I was unsure about what to respond to this. What happened?  Umm, I haven't heard from you in almost a week?  I just got passed over for a promotion?  I'm in a grumpy sour mood and do not feel like expending energy conversing with a bit of a clueless boy?  All of the above?

I probably did take out a little bit of my frustrations on him, poor guy.  I told him I hadn't heard from him in a week and I assumed that if he wanted to make plans he would be in touch.  He responded "Ok, babe," which I thought to be slightly presumptuous for someone who never confirmed plans. So I, as gently as possible, suggested that if he wanted to see me, he might have reached out to me before 5:30pm on the day of. (He might also have chosen to 1.) use full sentences and 2.) maybe exchange a few pleasantries, but that did not appear to be his style of communication.)  And though I scolded this virtual stranger regarding his etiquette, I truthfully was relieved, because now I was free to spend all evening either wallowing in pity over my job rejection, or hanging out with my old friend Joe. I chose the latter.

It was honestly, the best remedy I could have hoped for.  Joe is just one of those people that I will not see for months--sometimes years--at a time, and still pick up right where we left off.  We stayed out late drinking and catching up Monday night, and then again on Tuesday for good measure. It was so great to see him.

By Wednesday morning I was pretty drained, due to an over-emotional week, lack of sleep and an excessive quantity of tequila shots. But that day, I received another text from another friend that I rarely get to see who happened to be in town.  This friend just had a baby, so not only do i rarely get to see her, but I rarely get to see her when it's "just us" anymore, so I had a hard time turning her down.  (Even though, quite honestly, she was actually pretty far away from my work and my home for being "in town"....and, after a long dinner and some catching up, it still took me over an hour to get home...bed by midnight, which at least was earlier than Monday and Tuesday. 

Needless to say, there has been a lack of vigilance this week regarding exercise (and blogging.)  I was hoping to use this week to get my routine back in order after the half marathon, but it's turned into a "rest week."  Though obviously, not sleeping-rest, just cardio-rest. :)  I am hoping to try for a nice run this evening, and I am looking forward to Saturday's spinning class with an unwarranted amount of excitement.  I can't wait to get back into the swing of things! I feel so off kilt being out of my routine.