I went out running in the snowfall last night. It was a first. It was so beautiful. I had to cover my mouth the majority of the run because the intake was too cold for my throat and lungs. So I probably looked a bit silly with my sleeve and hand covering my mouth but it was effective and it let me train comfortably. I wore my Rocky outfit and at one point even did a little shadowboxing in tribute to the determination I felt coursing through me.
I’m training for a 10k. I did a 5k a long time ago and I had intended to work up to a full marathon and never made it. Life happened. But here I am…
It’s good to have goals and ambitions to keep focused on positive things. Things that don’t cause stress and anxiety thinking about them. Running had always been such a great natural high for me. I remember hitting the wall a few times on a few really long jogs and when I kept going (past it) the endorphins would kick in suddenly and wow. Really great!! Beats most drugs and with no bad side effects.
I’m not there yet, but I will get there. Meanwhile it’s just nice to have something I really enjoy to work towards. Something that adds to my life and it was truly just so beautiful watching the snow fall as if it was dancing all around me.
Alan is taking me out this weekend. I met him at the sex club last year. He is such a man. Just wow! He emanates sexual energy, confidence and power. He told me when he was much younger he had sex 4 times a day. I can see why he is a mogul. Most jobs can’t accommodate that kind of schedule. He says he is still at about twice now. He has two long term girlfriends and kids with one. Never married. They both know about each other and he has other women on top of that.
I’m not into being in a harem, but he is very smart, easy to talk to and relatable (as far as sexual drive). Albeit I haven’t had anywhere near the sex he has…nor is that my goal. He’s just an interesting person and I enjoy his company. Plus the way he looks at me, the way he talks to me…so very sexy.
He knows I’m on a sexual hiatus anyway, which I think he finds amusing and a challenge. I’m sure he’ll still try. It’s kind of what I told Justin when he warned me about being an escort. He said that his friend had done it too (non-sexually) and that every man always tried having sex with her. I laughed and said “these are straight, viril men; if they aren’t trying to I would probably be a little insulted.” Of course I do tend to look at things much differently than most people do; I think. Lol
Alan loves touching me. Caressing my shoulders, my thighs. He has a very sensual, gentle yet firm style of touch; but I’m not worried one bit. The thought of being someone’s “checkmark” for the day is not at all appealing to me. No matter how ruggedly sexual and enchanting he may be. It won’t cut it. I demand much more. I deserve much more. I will wait for it.
He’ll be like training for the grand event. I want to be all that “my man” wants and more. Not that it works quite that way, but sitting at home twiddling my thumbs just isn’t helping anyone anyway.
10k. Here I come! I’m not going to set my sights on the full marathon quite yet. I’m happy to set easily attainable goals for now, hit that and then keep going. I’m not leaving room for failure that way. Not one bit!