So we’ve had a row. Quite a big one for our standards. My phone bill is significantly down but my feelings are completely up the left. It all started about us going to Dublin for the weekend to meet Ms K. It started when she lied to me about the reason she didn’t want to come, and said that it was my fault. If only she had of been honest there wouln’t have been nearly the drama that there now is. Safe to say that I’m feeling really shit about things at the moment. We’ve agreed that we need to talk, but I’m just not sure where to start. Perhaps some more ‘I’m angry at you cause I don’t want to be hurt by you’ time is needed. I just don’t know. Friday night stuff happened. Sunday night stuff happened again. Monday night we both ignore everything that probably needed to be said; Monday night I confront the issue (probably not in the most delicate way). Tuesday I only text to find out the necessary questions – do you still want to come to the coast or is that too cookie jar? Yesterday – communication embargo and ignoring each other when we’re in the gym. Hmmm…what a way to go about repairing a friendship.
Just wasn’t into training today. Did make the effort to go in and do something though, so I’m pleased about that. I’m bitterly disappointed at the state of myself after a weekend bender. It was so big that on Monday morning I actually phoned Mrs U to ask if we’d been drunk all weekend. We both whole heartedly agreed that there was at least 12 hours when we didn’t either have a drink in our hand or be lost in a hazy morning after. We don’t seem to get hangovers anymore. A product of much alcoholism training we believe. But it’s getting well expensive. Mr U commented that the utility room looked rather like a bottling plant and that just cause you’re on pints doesn’t mean that you have to neck them. Yet strangely enough neither of us really felt that blotted. Hmmm.
Right, so training…
30 mins cardio
10 mins run intervals 60:30 at 11.5 & 5 mins walk at 5.8
Bike – 15 mins level 3 – 4.
391 cal, 18% Fat
MHR: 97:
AHR: 82%
Zones: H; 19:09; M: 11:39; L: 01:12
The other day when I ran I felt great. No bother at all knocking out 2 minutes at 12 – today was a completely different story. All shite and well up the left. I don’t know whether it was something to do with my earphones breaking again. I always, always train better with the ipod in. Maybe cause it blocks everything else and all I’ve to focus on is the workout. Maybe it’s cause I can just ignore everything and everyone. Maybe it’s that it’s the music I want to hear, and I can have it LOUD! I don’t know, but training isn’t the same without it. I was fucking angry. I had to get off the treadmill before the urge to hurl the ipod at the nearest wall overtook me… I walked away, fuming. I can’t live without my ipod.
We talked briefly in the gym this afternoon. It was all uncomfortable. I offered a spot for her last set of DB Bench, but she said she didn’t want one, she didn’t want me to drop the dumbbells on her head. She said she thought I looked as though I wanted to kill her. I wasn’t thinking that at all, I was thinking that it was uncomfortable; but I made an effort to go in and speak to her. We talked as she left, but it was uncomfortable as hell and people kept coming along so it wasn’t productive at all. I wouldn’t want to talk about that stuff in work anyway. I don’t do head stuff at work. I couldn’t even look at her, but when I did make eye contact I liked her just as much as ever. It’s so confusing. My head’s so messed up…