The weekend is almost over which totally bums me out. I feel like I could be a professional weekender. I’m really good at them. I don’t normally enjoy Sundays though because I spend a good portion of them mourning the end of the weekend and the start of a new work week. My glass is half empty, thankyouverymuch.
So, instead of being a pouty pants, I’m going to talk about the fun stuff this weekend. Then go back to being a pouty pants.
It started on Friday morning when hubs and I went to Crossfit. Only, our trainer forgot he had an appointment with us. So, we did the only thing we could to cope with the sadness. We got frostys.
I love when I can blame an unscheduled rest day on someone else. And yes I looked up that date. My jokes may be terrible but they are accurate.
Friday night, we went to see a late showing of Brave.
For a 10:45pm show, there were a LOT of young kids in the movie. Like, whiny, past their bedtime kids. Since when do 5-8 year old kids get to stay up that late?
We didn’t see it in 3D since we are total 3D haters, but this girl says the 3D is awesome. Anyway, we both still really liked it. It’s not one of my favorite Pixar movies (Toy Story, Wall-E, Nemo) but it’s really worth seeing. I could listen to Scottish accents all day. Americans really got shafted in the accent department, if you ask me. It’s like people with English, Scottish, South African, and Australian accents can say the stupidest shit and I would agree with whatever they said because it sounds cool. What am I talking about? Oh right. The Pixar short before the movie was cute too but hubs and I both thought it was our least favorite of the shorts so far. But still, go see it. It’s worth seeing in the theatre instead of waiting for video.
I didn’t get to bed until after 1:00am but still managed a 4:45am wake up for a run with my group.
My right hamstring is still bothering me (from a speed run I didn’t warm up enough for) and I was going to quit at mile 4 but then it seemed to become more manageable as I warmed up. So I upped my intended six miles to eight.
After the run, I not only came home and cleaned for 2 hours like the domesticated woman I am, but with the help of some caffeine, I went to Crossfit.
Before the workout, my trainer rolled my bad hamstring and calves (using The Stick) and holy shit that hurt. I was crawling away from him while hubs watched and laughed. I don’t know how you guys can stick yourselves. (Ha!?) Hurts so good, my ass. I am way too much of a baby. But I’m still going to buy one because I don’t think I foam roll correctly. And with The Stick, at least I don’t have to look like a moron rolling all over the floor to use it.
After Crossfit, I got another shellac manicure because I am now addicted to them.
My last one lasted 2 weeks until I thought it looked dumb because my nails were growing out. But it never chipped (and I often do dishes by hand). Did you know that salons charge to remove old shellac polish? $5.00! I had already peeled off three of the nails by the time I went in. Shouldn’t I get a discount for that?
Then Saturday night, I did the thing that I said I wouldn’t do again: I saw LMFAO in concert. And it was way better than last time. But I’ll save that for another post because this is long and I am tired. But here’s a couple pictures to delight you until then.
Are you sufficiently delighted?