Something odd happens when you've been single and moving around the country on your own. I realized for the first time, I'm living completely untied down. I don't actually have to do anything I don't want to do. In every relationship I've been in, I've done things like stay in, go out, travel, see movies I didn't want to, because my boyfriend wanted to. It's not bad to do the things he wants to, you have to do it ... But it's a little bit great not to feel obligated.
I've been talking to my ex who I have crazy chemistry with a lot, and he said something that I can't seem to forget about. He lives in Florida now, and he said, "I am nervous dating you wouldn't work now. I think you'd resent me for moving to Florida eventually." What?! Who said I was moving to Florida? He assumed that if we got back together, that I would move there with him and just piece into his life that he has. I was confused because I'd love to travel around and live somewhere new with someone I'm dating, so moving to Florida sounds kind of exciting. But I can't do it with him ... It would be the first bend. If I bend for him once, I'm sure I'll end up doing all the things he wants to and forgetting about all the goals I've made for myself. He didn't seem to understand why I want to work in a hospital, or why I picked up and moved to Boston for school. I realized that he hasn't really known me at all after my skiing accident, which changed a lot of things for me.
I had a short run today ... Still recovering. I realized that I missed my goal, but I'm not stopping. I will finish this mileage challenge if I have to overcome 100 injuries. So I'm adding on another month and another 26 miles.
Challenge accepted. No bending.
299 Miles Down 43 Miles to Go
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