Last weekend, I had a glorious experience running all day Saturday through the mud and woods. While it was great, I've really enjoyed spending some time on the opposite side of the spectrum. I've had a weekend filled with young adult novel heaven, paired with pure laziness.
First up: Catching Fire. My friends and I declared ourselves too old for Thursday night midnight shows, so we went at 7pm Friday. I was counting down the hours from the time I woke up.
As I'm sure most readers already know, this movie was epic. Probably even better than the first one. I couldn't stop mentally obsessing over how amazing it was all weekend. The only things that kept me from seeing it Saturday and Sunday as well were the horrible weather, and important plans to watch other YA movies.
Let's talk fashion. It's an area I don't generally delve into on this blog, but I feel Friday night I really nailed it.
Socks: Flames and mockingjays, made for children (probably), cut off my circulation but it was worth it
Headband: Mockingjay symbols
Hair: French braided
Bag: Big enough to sneak in a Wegmans sub, soda, and candy to the movie theater (the odds were in my favor)
Tights and shorts: Champion by Target, circa 2006
On Saturday, it was time for part 2 of my BFF Twilight sleepover. We used to be able to knock it out in one fell swoop, but that was when there were fewer movies and we could stay up past 11pm. I was concerned that when viewed within 24 hours of the amazing performances in Hunger Games, the Twilight acting/plotline would appear even more terrible than usual. I was right. Does Kristen Stewart ever have ANY expression that isn't "tortured"?
Seven layer Samoa bars. Basically, Samoas chopped up into small pieces and then baked into a giant Samoa.
|Terrible picture, but I was really busy eating and watching vampires.|
Here's some things that confused me this weekend.
1. I got home from the movies at midnight Friday night and it was 60 degrees out. I woke up Sunday morning and it was 16 feels like 11. WTF mother nature?
2. I did 30 minutes of Jillian Michael's No More Trouble Zones Saturday. Guess which left me more sore on Sunday - that or running 50 miles last weekend? In all fairness, the fact that French braiding my hair felt like an upper body workout Friday night probably should have clued me in to my pathetic lack of arm strength.
While last weekend's race did leave with a bit of a runner's high and wanting to run ALL THE MILES, I can't say I haven't enjoyed this fat drunk week off. Who wouldn't enjoy a week where every single morning includes an extra hour + of sleep? I did run a mile before the movie Friday, and play 3 quarters (27 minutes) of broomball Thursday. Just saying.
Did you see Catching Fire/read Allegiant and if so can we discuss it? If not....just tell me about the last chocolate you ate. Actually just do yourself a favor and introduce yourself to those things.