February 5, 2013
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I am so tired today. In retrospect, it’s probably my fault for staying up so late but it was obnoxious waking up at three in the morning. It took me an hour to fall back asleep. My alarm goes off at five thirty. Naturally, I am unhappy about this.
What I am happy about is that I can run a nine-minute mile. This may have taken me about ten months to accomplish, but at least I got there. I even ran an extra five minutes just to stew in my own gloat. Or maybe it was because he was there, bent over the elliptical in front me, trying to fix it. He is so adorable. It’s a shame that he probably doesn’t even know my first name. Well, maybe he does.
It’s been two weeks since I made another bad decision. The other guy doesn’t text me anymore. He’ll respond if I text him, which is rare, but he no longer initiates. He’ll come over to me in person usually. That doesn’t mean anything, though. Perhaps he’s finally letting it die. It’s bittersweet. I no longer have a guy to use. At least my unhealthy obsession isn’t as guilt-inducing as it has been for the past month and a half. It’s really embarrassing how much I stare at him. At everybody, actually. I’m sure I’ve developed a reputation for being that creepy girl who only does cardio exercises in the back.
I’m so proud.
