Running but I did not find the high…

A couple of months ago Steve (my main squeeze) and I decided we want to add to our workout repertoire, so we hired our friend and awesome trainer Lanny to help get us to the next level of fitness. We have just finished our 10 sessions and I am happy to say I can now fit into my favorite pair of black jeans that last year I could not  button up. Now I can button them and still have a little wiggle room. SWEET!

Steve is just all around amazing, he has lost over 50lbs in the last two years, and together we plan to reach our fitness goals. So to get there we decided that every Tuesday and Thursday we will do a late evening 5K run.   


Yesterday was my first attempt at running the 5k with Steve and Lanny. It started off all fine and dandy; I had my breathing under control and I was able to ignore the different areas of pain I was feeling in my legs. However somewhere along the way I was overcome with anger, I was pissed that I decided this was good idea, pissed that I was not experiencing that runners high. I seriously had hoped by now I would be feeling like Leo DiCaprio in Basketball Diaries as he is running through the field. Sadly no feelings of euphoria came but oh joy what’s up ahead.. a hill! A fucking Hill!!!

I start-up the hill; it was rough going and it only got worse. As I watch my running buddies stride up it with ease,  my anger came back.  I could not ignore the pain in my thighs any longer and I broke the one rule we had and that was ‘No Stopping on the Hill’. Fuck the rules I say and I stopped! BIG mistake that was, suddenly my well controlled heart rate went through the roof, I felt like I was having an asthmatic attack verging on a panic attack.  I could feel the onset of frustration tears when I see my main squeeze striding towards me. Instantly I was overcome with that peaceful feeling I get when he is around and the urge to punch him in the face because at that moment I blamed him for this stupid idea of running.

In his calm manner he tells me to raise my arms over my head, and to take deep breaths through my nose.  I was able to get my breathing under control and the tears of frustration  that were hovering at that edge of my eyelids had slowly retracted back to be saved for another day. Needless to say this is one of the many reason why I love him.

We caught up to Lanny who was waiting for us at the top of the hill, they both made me feel better with words of encouragement and I was able to finish off what we started. The hill won this round but I will be back and I will conquer it!

Today I am a little sore but feel a lot better about the idea of running, I will give it another go on Thursday and continue until I conquer that hill!

If you have any tips to help me reach that runners high, I would love to hear them.

The Perfect Man vs. Aliens..does either one really exist?

Some days I feel like I’m Foxy Mulder (yes that’s what I called him) but instead of trying to prove alien existence I’m trying to prove the perfect man exists… Or more appropriately my version of the perfect man.

Like Mulder “I Want to Believe” but each new dating experience leads me to think that there is some universal conspiracy stopping me from finding him. I get signs every once in a while that gives me hope of his existence. For example when a man holds the door open for me who happens to be under the age of 50 (if he’s over 50 that’s not a sign it just old school manners). Or when I have an extremely rare connection with a someone but due to circumstances it is nothing more than a sign to let me know that NICE guys really do exist and to keep believing. Once my faith is renewed the conspirators throw me off the trial by sending along Mr. 1986 who asks if I have man hands after calling me a beautiful giant only to text me later that night with ‘Hello, U there Fag?”

How long am I suppose to hang on to the belief that my perfect man exists. Didn’t Mulder become a little crazed with his quest to prove Alien existence? Isn’t that why he got the nickname ‘Spooky Mulder’? Could it be that Foxy and I are on the same quest? Is the perfect man an Alien?!


1) Spotted at night in rural America

2) There’s lots of debate about what THEY look like

3) Highly intelligent 

The Perfect Man

1) Seen in Chick Flicks of dark movie theatre’s

2) There’s lots of debate about what HE looks like

3) He ain’t no dummy

There you have it Gals the Perfect Man is Alien!  According to Aliens The Truth Aliens reside in the following areas:

  • Area 51 Groom Lake, S4 Papoose Dry Lake, Nellis Bombing and Gunnery Range, Nevada
  • Dulce, New Mexico
  • Datil, New Mexico
  • Four Corners Area, N.M., Arizona, Utah, Colorado
  • Sunspot, New Mexico
  • Pie Town, New Mexico
  • Roswell, New Mexico
  • Northern Nevada

I knew it; ‘The Perfect Man’ loves Mexican food! This explains why I have not had a perfect man siting here in Toronto, I’m in the wrong time zone.

Have you had a Perfect Man encounter? What did your Perfect Man look like? Should I move to New Mexico?

The Cougar – MEOW!

What is a Cougar exactly? The Urban Dictionary defines a Cougar as the following:

“An older woman who frequents clubs in order to score with a much younger man. The cougar can be anyone from an overly surgically altered wind tunnel victim, to an absolute sad and bloated old horn-meister, to a real hottie or milf. Cougars are gaining in popularity — particularly the true hotties — as young men find not only a sexual high, but many times a chick with her shit together.”

A 35+ year old female who is on the “hunt” for a much younger, energetic, willing-to-do-anything male. The cougar can frequently be seen in a padded bra, cleavage exposed, propped up against a swanky bar in San Francisco (or other cities)waiting, watching, calculating; gearing up to sink her claws into an innocent young and strapping buck who happens to cross her path. ‘Man’ is cougar’s number one prey”

I find this term a little ridiculous but funny although some of my girlfriends get down right offended by it. It is ridiculous because women are getting labeled for dating younger men when men have been dating young girls for centuries and never have been labeled with a name? I think it actually looks more ridiculous seeing an older man with a significantly younger girl. Usually the first thought is “he must be loaded”, then it’s “she must have “daddy issues”” and lastly “he is obviously going through a midlife crises”.

An older woman with a younger man is usually 95% about the sex. Hell, if a Cougar is a woman in her late 30’s – early 40’s then she is most likely at her sexual peek. And since most dudes at that age have “let them self go”, the Cougar needs to seek out or “hunt” the younger fitter models that keep up with them. Chances are also good that at this age they have worked out all of their issues, have no baggage and do not want a man who is weighed down by an obsessive ex-wife, insecurities and financial issues.

So ladies, if you fall into the societal ‘Cougar’ label, I say embrace it! It is just a term coined by some bitter old man, who could not get a hot woman his age because of his beer belly, comb over and anger issues. And to the younger girls out there that also like to label …don’t be upset because ‘Cougars’ are stealing all your potential dates…when we’re done you can have them back.

At the Single Gals Camp we say do what you want, date whom you want, live how you want and don’t judge!

Single Gal

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