This morning, I bid Tricia farewell. I dropped her off to the airport because she had a business trip to Germany. She’ll be doing some mean cutover cutting over there. I hope she cuts some mean German ass.

I felt a multitude of crazy emotions as I drove off without her this morning. The athlete in me felt happy because I would be able to put in lots and lots of training mileage with the two weeks that she’ll be away. I wouldn’t feel too bad about leaving early morning for a bike ride or a run. I wouldn’t feel too guilty about leaving her alone in the condominium.

The boyfriend in me felt extreme  loneliness. I feel alone. I feel sad. Over the past five years, we’ve been doing a lot of stuff together and as much as I don’t want to admit it, I feel like I’ve grown to going about my day with Tricia.

I spent this Saturday trying to keep myself busy and I was somehow successful. I brought our PS3 and the Rockband set home and I spent some good solid hours of gaming. Something I haven’t done in a while. It felt good. I felt like I was in high school again and I felt happy. I was finally getting closer to the ending of a game I have been desperately trying to finish for the past 4 months. It felt good. I was able to keep myself busy but something was missing. It was the kind of good the felt like nothing.

I guess I will have to get used to this. It will be two more weeks until Tricia gets back. A day hasn’t even passed and I feel so alone. I miss her and I know that she’ll be back but the thought of not being able to do stuff with her makes me feel empty.

I hope my training keeps me busy until then. See you soon my love.