Sweet torture
I’m already on track with running (yes, it’s been less than a day, give me a chance, it’s lasted longer than some diets and men I have tried), and by 12.06 on Sunday 12th December I’ve completed a 5k with my new running buddy…who happens to be my ex boyfriend. Now, some might not think that’s a good idea, others might think it’s a brilliant way to dish out some sweet torture, but either way, it’s where I am at. Let’s not over analyse it or over think it. I ended it with him because I wanted my own space, I wanted to live my own life. Then while pondering life over a glass of vino in a pub after splitting up with him in the morning, I got chatting to a guy… We were together for a couple of weeks (me and the new guy-I know, it’s getting confusing), and now it’s over. Again my choice. See, it’s weird, I want a relationship but then when I’m in one, I don’t. Confusing? You should be in my head. So, back to my running buddy/ex, the reason is partly ...