- Ran in a turkey trot
- Avoided catching Shana’s cold she brought with her to NYC last weekend
- Yelled ‘Roll Tide!’
- Ridiculously satisfied with the much too short Harry Potter movie
- Yelled ‘It’s great, to be, a Florida Gator!’
Okay, I’m confusing myself. Here's the real breakdown.
Tassie and I watched Marty (and several hundred other runners) run the Inside Out Sports Turkey Trot 8k. I’m on a self-imposed (really, Shana-imposed) running hiatus to let my calf properly heal. This running-calf hurting-taking a few days off-running-feeling great-running-calf hurting-taking a few days off was just not cutting it. I got a massage last week and he said I definitely did something to my soleus, but it’s really not that bad, it’s just hard to get the blood flowing that deep.
I also caught a bit of a head cold which was more annoying than anything. I hate feeling ‘off’ like you do when you’re a bit sick. Super Marty was not immune and the princess is now suffering.
As my friend Kari said on my facebook status – thank god for second half’s! All I have to say is War. Damn. Eagle.
We went and saw the ‘almost the final Harry Potter movie.’ Marty’s review is much more eloquent than what I could do. I think we’re both just annoyed with it now but are too invested to not go see the final movie. No hot vampires in this one :( Speaking of hot vampires, actually totally not speaking of hot vampires, more like speaking of why does Bri like to read kid’s books – I read the Hunger Game’s trilogy. Very good! At least the first two books. I didn’t really care for the third.
And what can I say? The FSU whooping of Florida made my heart go pitter patter.