Well, here we are again, ladies and gentleman. Monday has arrived. No matter how many times we defiantly pull ourselves free of her tenacious, evil grasp, she keeps on returning for us. Will we never be free?!
This week, I’ll admit I found myself unprepared for the battle. The weekend went by way too quickly, and with much more activity than I’m equipped to handle. It contained sake bombs, cheap sushi, too much dancing to ’90s R&B , a going-away party for my dear friend Jeff, two stubborn hangovers, brunch, The Hunger Games, a one-mile run, and a new tattoo.
(It’s the last line from the children’s book Guess How Much I Love You, and it’s dedicated to my mommy. The tattooing process was very unpleasant, but obviously totally worth it!)
My body is freaking ravaged. But you have to have those kinds of weekends every once in a while, I think, especially when you’re in your 20s and don’t have any reason not to go a little crazy and push yourself to your breaking point.
For those keeping track of my injury adventures – my run was great! It wasn’t pain-free, or even almost-pain-free, but it still felt so good. In order for my physical therapist to be OK with new activities, the pain has to stay below a 5 (on a scale of 1-10), and I was around a 4, so I’m cleared to continue! I’m only supposed to do one run before I see her on Friday – a mile and a half – but it’s better than nothing. So much better than nothing.
So, guys, how were your weekends?