Pity party for one...

I have been informed by numerous sources that my pity party for one is rapidly reaching it's expiration date.

It's too bad, really. I prefer to wallow in self-depreciation and depression for a while before picking myself up and moving on. And as Flip Flop and El Dub are on vacation I haven't even had the opportunity to cry to my mommy yet.

*sigh*

I think the tears are about done. Well, I hope they are anyway. I'm tired of looking puffy.

And even though sleep hasn't been easy, it has been had in fits and starts (just ignore the drool on the keyboard). And food has been consumed, even though I didn't really feel like it. Bff insisted. I guess she doesn't want me to get in the habit of not eating again...

But it's definitely going to be a while before I consider dating again. This one hurt. Bad. More than the bruise on my shin from my metal stirrup banging into it. And you know how painful shin bruises are...

Plus, I have a full schedule coming up. I really want to have a successful endurance season and I know Flash is excited to get back into it as well (I know because when I let him choose the pace and distance of our rides he totally goes for it). There is a mini-vaca to the ocean this month. Vegas in a few months. BooBoo's wedding. Many races. And some exotic (read that "warm") destination for my 40th. Who knows, maybe for my 40th I'll have a "How Stella Got Her Groove Back" kind of vacation. Anything is possible...

So, time to focus on what is. Not what could have been.

Not easy. But the party is almost over...