I slept like s**t last night. I guess it came back to mind, how I actually very genuinely did consider C a friend. We watched Inside together when it came out&just us. And we had a ******** moment over that s**t. I genuinely did appreciate him. He opened up to me about his longing for platonic intimacy, deep, fulfilling relationships with friends outside of romance. I bet J poisoned the well between us&made it all too easy to put the onus of both of their difficulty to plan around on me, made it easy for him to stab me in the back later.
It, well, it was a rough night. I've spent a lot of time mourning J's end of the betrayal. But I lost a friend, too. A friend I actually cared about. But I woke up, and I hit snooze more than I'd care to admit after all the tossing and turning and trying to keep distracted. By the time I was ready to leave, I only meaningfully had 20min of exercise to allocate. And I almost stayed home! But I figured, "something is better than nothing." So I went anyway. And I thought, "If I don't have much time, I should genuinely just not count reps and train until failure." I gave it a shot! And, like, it was difficult&but I squeezed a LOT out of those 20 minutes. A solid workout. My chest and tris are SCREAMING, and it feels good.