This is supposed to be a month of magic, and tall tales, and so why not a little story that reminds me of the old stories? Enjoy this short fiction by Georgie DHainaut in between all the holiday hustle and bustle, or just because if none of that is for you!
The little Prince that turned into a Beggar
by Georgie DHainaut
Description: An”old” fairytale, but one with a true and modern background in many a real life
A reader said: Very nice story. Long enough
2011 turned out to be the 'Year of Fitness' for me. I totaled everything up, and it's actually quite staggering now that it's all there in one place.
Gym Workouts - 452
Running Sessions - 332 (for 2,117 miles)
Rollerblading Sessions - 64 (for 644 miles)
Road Biking - 48 (for 768 miles)
Total - 896
My main goal was running 2000 miles, so I was happy that I surpassed that.
I'm going to tone
Well, I haven't updated in a while. I realized my activity on GA correlates to Domluka's postings, which is pretty sparce. I've realized I'm becoming one of those GA members who kinda moves on, fades away.
Not much new going on. Still keeping busy with fitness. Doing 2-3 activities a day. I think I'm an adrenaline/endorphine junkie.
But anyway, since I had blogged so much about him in the past, I figured I should bring closure to my stalkee, the 'Gym Crush'.
I've been stalkin
okay, for the month of May (which ended today):
29 Runs for 191 miles (6.58/miles average)
46 Gym workouts, with 13 of those being primarily Spartacus workouts
5 Rollerbladings for 56 miles
8 Outdoor Bike Rides for 128 miles
88 total Workouts/Activities
It's a little shocking to add it all up (and that doesn't include mowing the lawn or other household/yard stuff). I'm not sure what to think about it. whether it's good or bad, whether I can maintain the pace, or actually add
Today I gave my Gym Crush my business card with my cell phone number on it.
We had been chatting off and on at the gym for the last couple of weeks and he mentioned now that the weather was getting warmer that he'd like to come running with my group at some point. I told him he was always welcome and just to let me know ahead of time so that I would make sure someone (me) would definitely be there.
Just about an hour ago, he texted me thanking me for my contact info as well giving me
Cool stats of mine...
Body Fat - 3.4%-3.8%
Resting Heart Rate - 47 beats per minute Better than an athletic 18-25yo. Take that athletic twinks half my age !
It's been a while since I last updated, and unfortunately there's been little progress on the Gym Crush front. We've seen each other at the gym several times and have spoken casually, but no 'moving forward' (which was expected in the 'baby steps' method).
However, for the last month, I've been consistently doing the Men's
So, I manned up/grew some and took some advice given here. I mentally pledged to stop with the head games & the active ignoring. If I saw Gym Crush, I would say hi, no matter if I said it first or not. I was going to start acting like an adult and treat him like I would anyone else.
So anyways....I was finishing up at the gym this evening, and Gym Crush shows up. I had a few more minutes on the rowing machine, which was very close to where Gym Crush does this special workout that he'
So it's been a couple weeks since I invited Gym Crush to go running, and not surprisingly, he hasn't shown up at 5am to run.
I've seen him several times at the gym since our last 'chat', but never close enough or convenient enough to make small talk. I also swear a few times we were close enough, but he never made eye contact with me so that we could chat (which in my mind meant he didn't even remember who I was or even if he recognized me).
I was starting to get really frustrated with
Please keep this in mine while reading this blog entry:
- Yes, I am 42 years old, no I'm not a teenager, stop rolling your eyes
- Yes, I move slowly, stop rolling your eyes
- Yes, I'm a wuss, stop rolling your eyes
After many long years, I finally had the opportunity to exchange words with my Gym Crush. I'm as giddy as a school girl over the experience. You see, I've had a crush on this guy for over 3 years. I looked back over my blog entries and found these 3, all about him:
Today was an odd day....
Ran 10k at 6am
Worked out at the gym from 8am-10am (shoulders and an hour on the stationary bike)
Rollerbladed 10miles at 1pm
Hit the gym again from 5:30pm-7:00pm (legs & chest)
There was also yard work & cleaning the pool....
Weird. If I'm bored, I feel like I need to be doing some physical activity.
I'm not sure what my mental problem is. Maybe I do it all cause I don't ever want to be fat again. Or maybe I'm trying to make up for my la
Getting ready for work this morning, I decided to pack up a couple pills so I could have them when I ate breakfast at work this morning.
I had a horse sized glucosamine pill (they're for joint pain relief due to my running), a multivitamin, and then an advil. I started taking the glucosamine because apparently it helps with joint cartilage, the advil because my knees were sore from running earlier in the morning, and the multivitamin just because I'm probably not getting enough from the sod
I never really thought I hid my gayness out in the real world and certainly don't hide it with my online persona here on GA. I don't have Gay & Available stamped on my forehead, but I don't deny or deflect when people ask.
However, a friend called me out on the fact that my Facebook profile doesn't provide any direct evidence that I'm gay. Sure there are clues that the trained eye can deduce, but nothing definitive to say 'I'm Gay'.
In the past, I've justified the lack of information
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Apparently, a picture can elicit phone calls & emails to my mom and sisters...
A HighSchool friend was visiting for the weekend and we took a day trip to Santa Barbara. This picture is of the two of us...on the beach...on Valentine's Day.
I was pretty sure everyone knew I was gay, but I guess this confused a few relatives or perhaps gave some of them hope that I switched teams again .
I can imagine my mom wistfully pondering
I'm liking positive, optimistic people lately. I find myself being more drawn to them and avoiding or spending less time with negative, debbie downer types.
Whenever I get exposed to negative people...you know, the ones who seem to complain or find fault in just about everything....It sucks the life out of you. It's no fun to hear how this is pissing them off, or that's bothering them all the time. Don't get me wrong, we all gripe. But the glass is not always half full.
A while back, I was raving about how low maintenance hanging out the straight boys can be. (Blog Entry - Satisfied by Straight Guys)
Well, apparently, they can get all sensitive too. I got this text yesterday from one of the guys I run with.
Thanks for letting me know you were going to run yesterday! I didn't go because you said nobody was going! Then I find out from Gerry you did run...So it's pretty clear that you just don't want to go run with me!
This from a 40 year o
So I've had this one gym crush for several years now, and today, FINALLY, I got his name. This is a monumental moment for me so I had to blog about it.
I think I mentioned in previous blogs of taking the same cycle class he's in, or following his car when I saw him leave the grocery . When it comes to him, I seem to throw common sense out the window.
I didn't get his name like a normal/sane person would... like overhearing someone talk to him or something direct like ohhhhh, say talkin
slightly used, 1968 Model Gaydar for sale $100 (OBO) - serious inquiries only
-made in the Philippines
-works well for finding gays that owner is not attracted to
-has a tendancy to false positive on tall, dark brown haired, pale, thin (skeletal, according to my hags) straight guys with puppy dog eyes
Yeah, my gaydar sucks. Or maybe it's just my use of it? They really need to teach a class or hand out instructions on how to use this thing. Mine operates more on the basis of wish
I injured my knee last sunday.... .
About 8 miles into a 12 mile run, my left knee started hurting real badly. I asked the guy I was running with if we could walk for a bit (I've never done that before), so we walked for about a quarter mile. I was able to start running again and we finished off the 12 miles (had to as we had to get back to our cars), but I was having some serious pain in my knee.
Once I got home, I took some advil, iced the knee, elevated it, and parked my butt on t
That's a bit of a stretch, even for me. But when someone calls you that, you can't help but smile (or giggle like a schoolgirl). Apparently, there's trail cred for running with the fast/long distance guys. I was introduced to a runner from a different group who remarked "Oh, you're a Kenyan now". I had to have her repeat that because I didn't know what she meant at the time, but then someone explained it to me. Kenyan's
I've been strangely satisfied with my life lately and it's an odd feeling considering I'm not getting laid nor am I dating someone. As well, I didn't win the lottery or quit my job.
When I ponder the reasons why I feel so contented (here when I should be working) everything seems to point to my association with the straight guys I run with. This group of guys is so not like what I expected them to be like.
I mistakenly assumed that when you gather a group of straight guys, it would b
I've been running with the boys regularly for the last couple of weeks. Awesome. They run a really fast pace and they're really working me hard. As expected, any lingering attraction to any of them has dissipated. See, once I find out someone is straight, they're no longer attractive to me in that way.
Sure sure, I get sucked into a sappy Nifty story where straight guys turn gay for the right person, but come on, whatev.
I came out to one of the guys in normal conversation (there w
So I had to break up with my two pretend boyfriends and the 3rd one who was a backup. Fantasy over .
So I got up early to go running with the boys. Met them at the Bagel shop and we started our run. First off, Damien wasn't around and it was mentioned that he must have had problems with his new baby (strike 1).
During the course of the run, I find out that the backup guy has a wife and two teenage girls, and used to be principal of a private catholic school (strike 2).
So I'm still running pretty regularly (about 13 out of 14 days) so that means that I continue to run into my two running crushes at least 3 or 4 times a week. They always have some encouraging words or salutations for me, like 'Heya Vic' or 'Good Morning Vic' or 'Nice job Vic' or 'Looking Good Vic' or 'See you tomorrow Vic'. Perks me up everytime I runinto them.
When you're out there running, just trying to keep up your pace, your mind starts to wander. I've started to build up fantasies
You probably have a crazy and hectic schedule and find it hard to keep up with everything going on. We get it, because we feel it too. Signing up here is a great way to keep in touch and find something relaxing to read when you get a few moments to spare.