Okay so I thought I’d like to tell you about the perfect date I had tonight.
I was invited to a party by the woman I know who is kind of a feminist but claims to like guys more then the company of other women. I couple of my friends went there and texted me that I should be there and why wasn’t I at the party blah blah blah.
Well, suffice it to say I have been going my own way and am pretty sick of this woman and if you read my previous post you know about what happened with her and her friend. My friends have been kind of like manginas and although I think they are decent they think female company is a necessity and kind of drop everything to be at a party with a few chicks attending.
Not me. I had no intention to going to this party and listening to this womens feminist bullcrap. I really didn’t mind that I’d miss out on the food and company. So I planned the perfect ‘date’. And fellas this is what I did.
I chilled out in bed drinking sports drink listening to some Eminem and chilling on his lyrics. When it got close to sunset and the temps started cooling off (its been 100 degrees in the day here) I put on my running shorts, a fresh t, my trail running shoes and filled my hydration bladder. I mixed up some more sports drink. Checked my pack: headlamp, jacket, backup battery pack for my cell phone, and other essentials. I then drove to the foothills of the mountain range to the east of town. The sky was changing colors, and the colors were beatiful. I looked up and the mountains around me and deliberated on which trail to hit. I decided Id go for distance and speed this time versus my usual steep climb and rapid decent. I started out slow and felt a bit sluggish, feeling my kettlebell and swim training from yesterday… But soon, I became inspired by the cacti and desert beauty around me and cut up a steeper path through some boulders and picked up the pace. Soon a magnificant sunset was appearing and the sky was morphing into many colors. I relished the quiet, the beauty, the hardness of the desert. And I relished my inner drive pushing my frame along through the aches and pains. After twenty minutes I was getting the runners high and the sky was becoming more and more beatiful. Cicadas and crickets were singing. I could hear them, and my breath and heartbeat and nothing more. It was a perfect date…with nobody but myself and this expanse of nature before me.
I pushed on and it became darker. I ran upwards up a steep trail deciding I would challenge myself and loop back. The way back was inspiring, mainly downhill. I was cognizant of my speed and the nature of the terrien. I was aware that I could and should not fall. But I was focused I was zen. I was at peace. I was dialed. I was man, I was primal and savage and free. The night grew darker and I could see the city lights far below. There was still enough ambient light to see the trails and I made it back to the car. Covered in sweat, sore and invigorated and happy. I drove back to my apartment. I made a huge plate of pasta and salad and enjoyed it with a glass of red wine.
I didn’t miss the party at all. I did something far better for my body and mind and soul. And as far as the perfect woman??? The perfect woman is one who is out of sight and out of mind. There is a time and place for company and I’m not against it entirely. But let me tell you time alone training is time well spent.
Tonight was the perfect date because I had no date. And the perfect woman because their were no women. It was perfect because I was alone with myself. And for those that thinking solitude is a curse….I beg you to think differently. Separate yourself from society, from women and manginas, from advertising and the rat race and media and technology. If even for a few hours. Separate yourself and go into nature. You will feel home because your inner beast will awaken. You are a man. You are a beast. You are alive as long as you have a breath left.
Live.
ExpendableYouth 3 years, 6 months ago.
