Monday, February 26, 2007

The Breakup (sans vince vaughn & jennifer aniston)

Friday night I broke up with Adam. I was surprised at how easy it really was. Though the mental process of working myself up to completing the task was quite taxing. I remember being at the gym 4 hours before the phone call. The machines that I work out on all have hand sensors so that you can manage your heart rate according to your exercise requirements (140-160=weight loss, 160-180=cardio fitness... bla bla) And every time the music on my Ipod came to a lull I would remember the task I had set myself to and noticed how the heart rate meter on the exercise machine spiked for two or three seconds and then resumed it's previous pattern. Even without the sensors tracking my hearts progress I could feel my chest skip ahead in rhythm. At some moments my breath was completely lost to me.
I don't believe many people laugh through their break ups, much less call back to make sure everything is OK with their immediate ex... But that's how it went. I must say that upon the click of the phone I felt lighter. I even felt silly that I was grinning, kind of like laughing at a funeral... Do people do that? Is it OK? As naturally as we fell into it, we fell out of it. *sigh...
Well we are still friends. It's hard to sum up and return 6 months of steady communication with one person, so the census on the relationship mutually gathered by the both of us was, "not now..." **sigh whatever that means, right?
I just know that there are things I have to do for me right now. (Tending to life...) And if I don't see him sooner, say at a dinosaur museum in NYC, then I'll see him in a months time at the JT concert in New Jersey.
It is what it is. And I quote from 13 Going On 30 starring Jennifer Garner "Love is a battle field ladies!" hahahaa... and of course, the laughter must go on.

3 comments:

Details said...

Dinosaurs and dim sum on 3/2/07 oh ye of new employment

Becky said...

was that the same day all those sinful people were parading around in spandex?

Crystal DC said...

sadly those poor souls in spandex are always there. the men even have sweat spots under their man boobs. ugh....