J: Phooey

The unattainable running one didn’t show up for tonight’s workout. That would be disappointing enough on it’s own. But, as would be my luck lately…I also pulled a hamstring during one of our drills. Which is lovely, considering the race is just a week and a half away. Grrreat.

So, now I’m sitting on ice, disappointed about not getting to see the guy I was hoping to charm tonight, miserably stuffed from all the post “workout“ pizza that I ate, tired and sore but still wondering if I’ll get to see the unattainable dancing boy tomorrow…um…also wondering IF I can dance tomorrow.

In good news, Mr. March emailed me again tonight. Guess he’s decided that I’ve had enough time to grieve and it’s time for date #2.