Infidelity February 10, 2009

In lieu of Valentine’s Day, I’d like to make a confession.

I have not been faithful to my current love.  Long-term relationships are hard, and there are always rocky patches.  We’ve broken up, we’ve gotten back together, we’ve tried to keep it casual, and last year we became more serious than ever.  There have been so many instances where I think I’ve fallen out of love and tried to find that spark and passion in another, only to realize that I was deluding myself.  I’ve had so many indiscretions over the past years – I was lured in by Pilates with its promises of a strong core and flat belly.  I ran to the Elliptical after a particularly ugly fight over enduring shin splints.  During those crazy college years where standards are lowered and everything else looks more appealing, I even gave Bellydancing a try.  It seemed so fun and exotic, but in the end had little substance to offer.

And then there was the string of one-night stands while I was out of town.  Snowboarding, Rock-Climbing, Surfing.  Admittedly, it was quite exciting, but they never would’ve lasted.  After all, what did Surfing and I have in common, me living near the cold, smooth waters of Lake Michigan?  And Snowboarding…well, that was a little too rough for me.  Despite all the disagreements, all the grief this relationship has given me, the fact is that I could never commit to another like I am committed to Running.  Nothing else gives me that high, nothing else makes me feel quite as satisfied as I am after a great run, nothing else makes me want to stick around for life.  Running is my soulmate.

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My friend Nic and I went to a sushi buffet last Tuesday night.  That’s right, sushi buffet.  And not a ghetto buffet where poorly assembled California rolls with mealy rice have been sitting out for hours.  It was all-you-can-eat-sushi from an enormously comprehensive menu, the catch being that you had to eat every last thing you ordered, or you would have to pay a la carte for whatever rolls you had left on the plate.

 

"All You Can Eat" - My Favorite Words

 

The First Plate

The second plate looked pretty much the same.  We calculated that all in all, between the two of us, we probably consumed around 50 pieces of sushi, as well as various side dishes like dumplings and chicken yakitori.  Thank god I was wearing stretch jeans.

Fiance brought home a surprise gift for me from his coworker’s wife, who is the nicest and cheeriest woman ever – home-made toffee packaged with sticker hearts.  I think she reads this blog occasionally, so a big shout-out and thank you to the lovely Miss Greta (who is a painter, go check out her site).  The toffee was delicious!  (And yes, my parents taught me manners – I’ve already repaid her with cupcakes.)

 

For Moi???

 

I Love Toffee!

And last but not least, photos of Fiance’s and my dinner at Antico Posto (the food is amazing):

 

Lemon Garlic Shrimp

Cavatelli alla Vodka

 

Porcini Mushroom Ravioli