Sorry, didn't put in my journal that I would be leaving, but I did. Got back a couple hours ago. Spent a few days in Vegas, and then camped with a bunch of kids. It was AWESOME. But anyway, I'm back.

I just created a Union, the Working Out Union. It's pretty fun, I think I'll learn how to be a better athlete. It hit me one time when I was reading The Anatomy of Strength Training while on a Union site. I was thinking about routines, and I thought, why not make a post. Better yet, why not make a Union, there are probably others like me. So here it is, the Working Out Union.

I got a comment about someone saying I have a lot of self-control. I think a story is necessary.

A few days after they started going out, this kid called me a homosexual in front of her. He's much more at risk than me, and he belongs to a GAy Straight Alliance, and tells people not to say "gay". This really annoyed me, so I throttled him, in front of her. He was screaming afterwards, saying I nearly killed at him. I yelled "Shutup, or I actually will hurt you." Man she was mad for a few days.

Anyway, on Valentines Day, he kicked me where no man should be kicked. I beat him up. It felt great! Well that's about it.

This is a really pathetic story. You might laugh, comment, whatever. It's all been said and done.

I switched to a different school this year. I became best friends with this girl, who I soon found out I had some deep feelings for. Turns out, she had feelings for me too. Things went alright for a while, and then some other guy came into play. I know you guys who read this might believe I"m bluffing, but its the truth. He is terrible. 5'6", somewhere in the 200 pound range, he sang in a girls chorus freshman year, that's how high his voice is. Anyway, he moves in on her, WHILE we're still together, and I guess the fact that he put his arm around her while I wasn't there was enough for her to want him. So we broke up. Well, she dumped me. It was terrible, I'm not going to lie. She kept telling me that it was ok, she didn't like this other guy, which evolved into she sorta likes the way he treats her, to she likes him but promises she won't go out with him, it would bne too much for me to bear. Anyway, one night, they were flirting as usual, and we had talked on the phone that night, and she once again promised not to go out with him. Anyway, she said that she would go out with him about 20 minutes later, as she told me the next day.

I was mad beyond belief. Teachers got worried, I lost a ton of weight, I wasn't sleeping well, it was rough. Plus on top of that she was worried that I was so mad I would commit suicide, and was constantly talking about that. I never understood why she wouldn't just dump him if she was THAT worried. But anyway, I told her it hadn't crossed my mind, which was the truth. Anyway, we had a shaky friendship for a while, life certainly wasn't easy when they made out in front of me.

There was a light at the tunnel. She didn't find her boyfriend hot, and appreciated jacked guys more, especially with 6-packs. I knew it was a big deal to some, but seeing as I wasn't the most jacked guy I figured it didn't matter to her, since we did go out. But what can I say, it became a goal. I know I shouldn't like her again, but it's just about getting something back that was rightfully yours I guess. Awful I know, but the truth. So I started loving working out, to try to get her back.

Things have been rough. When she started talking about him once, I exploded, and said I'd go back to my old school next year, just to get away from all this. That didn't flow well with her, she started crying, and once again, thought I would commit suicide. Anyway, things have been rough. She said she's wanted to dump him a couple times, but I've learned not to expect anything. I guess all I can do is work out harder, and succeed in other things, and wait, along with get the other girls temporarily, aka hookups.

So anyway, what did I learn from this. Some life lessons:

1. Try as hard as you can with a girl, don't be afraid to fail. Once your in, do what you can, and never let someone take your place.

2. If you get all upset, try to do as many fun things as you can. A plus out of all this was a loss of my sense of fear. I just stopped being afraid of things, and life has become better.

3. Workout, girls love it

4. As mean as it sounds, don't be afraid to scare someone that hurt you. Don't go threaten anything major, and don't do this if you don't plan to still talk to the person, it's unnecessary, and as mean as it sounds, I think she knows not to break a promise to me again, after all the worrying she did when she suspected I would kill myself.

They're still together, but I have hope. It's all I have, along with a ton of other friends. So who knows what the future holds.

So wow, you read all this? Good job man, and leave a comment on what you think. Thanks, it feels good to tell someone.

Don't be afraid. My brother was at the dance I just wrote about in a previous post, and he was sweating bullets. Asking a girl to dance was a huge deal to him. Just remember, it's just a dance, it's not like its a huge deal. As sexist as this sounds, girls can sense fear. Previously "scoping them out" is pretty creepy, and looking or seeming desperate is just weird. Just have self-confidenmce, and don't be afraid for them to say no. It's just a dance. So next time your out at a party, don't be afriad. Stand up straight, and march out to the hotties. That's my 2 cents.

Had an awesome time at a dance on Thursday night, and today lifted and erged 3K. Might go for a short run tomorrow, might not, but Sunday is definitely my day off before the Road Race.

And I saw War of the Worlds. It was bad. Don't see it.

I found the perfect training manual for the triathlon. It requires some work, but not too much that I can't fit in friends and work. It involves more long distance work daily instead of doing every activity a lot, which helps in the long run. But who knows, about 2 months to train.

It was an ok race. I could have been much faster. I did 6.2 miles in 47:21, that's a 7:38 mile. Yea, I know, I could have been faster. O well, the work week starts again.

The party was good, a lot of fun swimming! Ran around on the beach with the girl I like (o yea!) and had a ton of fun. Today paintballing didn't work, so I bought a new pair of running shoes. I stopped using New Balance and now I run with asics. My old shoes were pretty beat up, the laces were falling out. Hopefully, I can break them in ebfore a father's day 10K race. Tomorrow, brother's coming home, which is good. More hanging out

Turns out I'm getting a ride to the party today with the girl I like. This is good. We're also swimming there. This is VERY good. So I thought about it, and I figured, I should do a workout session in the morning instead of the night, so I have that pump effect during the party. The pump effect is because your muscles are flexing when you work out, they don't get enough blood. The body naturally sends more blood to them for a few hours, making them look bigger. Then, come home, sleep, paintball, maybe short run, and then, taking working seriously off until Sunday, day of the race.