The old trickster loneliness almost got me this weekend. Yesterday was particularly tough, and I found myself almost white knuckling it through.
I usually spend weekends with my folks but they were out of town. I hit the weights hard yesterday morning, really pushed myself and I think I hurt my shoulder. Rode 8 miles as hard as I could just to sweat through a particularly low point yesterday afternoon. I grilled steak and at like a king after. I sat alone watching YouTube eating fruit until I got tired and went to bed.
Today was no different. Woke up sore, shoulder on fire. Did a couple of set of push-ups and only one pump of the dumbells and went for a drive. I went past some houses I’ve been eyeing on the auction website and they all were too far away and also kind of duds. A waster of $60 worth of gas and an afternoon but whatever, better to drive seemingly aimlessly listening to music than just sit around. I came home and had dinner with my parents, as they had finally returned.
I went for another bike ride when I got home, as hard as I could and hit 8 miles in just under 33 minutes. A personal best.
I really am lonely. I’m making real personal gains and my physical fitness is showing great improvement but it sure would be nice to spend some time with someone. I know “go to meetings” but I want something more than just a “reason to be around other people that isn’t drinking,” if that makes sense. I honestly have no idea how to make friends. I’m 33 and have no idea how to make friends, wow…
Just, a really tough weekend. Day 325 sober today.
