Last weekend was a insanely fun, but also insanely busy, so I was ready to get back to my usual habits of spending my weekends with my husband, fictional characters, and possibly members of a very select group of people I bestow the honor of calling my friends.
Friday night we took in some theater.
|Date night. Or something.|
|Somehow we've never been to this place ACROSS THE STREET with homemade chocolate dipped waffle cones.|
On Saturday, I had plans to attend another free 8am boot camp downtown. But you know what's better than boot camp? Sleeping. I slept for a good 12 hours, until 10am. No regrets.
|A significantly better start to my day|
Then it really seemed best to just abandon the idea of exercise entirely. Eric and I went for a hot 2 mile walk to avoid bedsores. My fingers swelled to ten times their normal size and I couldn't enter it in daily mile for like 30 minutes because they were numb. Good times. I see a lot of treadmill walks in my future.
Saturday night, I engaged in an activity that I rarely do and generally feel opposed to: I watched a movie. In the theater. What's really shocking is that I didn't pee the entire time, probably because I cried it all out.
My friend Kristin and I both read the book and loved the movie. I highly recommend everyone go see it immediately. I realize I have probably tarnished my movie recommendation reputation by seeing only teen movie sensations and no other films for like the last six years, but seriously, this was good. It did fit my qualifications of being based on a YA novel, but it's no Twilight. I was constantly simultaneously sobbing and laughing out loud. And that's my impressive movie review. See it.
That will most likely be the last movie I see in 2014, although Eric and I really want to see The Maze Runner, which comes out 4 days before my due date. We'll play that one by ear.
On Sunday, I really wanted to just give in to my exhaustion and aching joints (side note - I tried to explain Relaxin to Eric, and he was convinced it was really the name of a date rape drug) and not move all day. I forced myself to go to the YMCA and do a weight lifting class. I've been doing a lot more "weight lifting" since running has gotten so uncomfortable. I put quotes because, does it count as weight lifting if it's a class or a DVD using 5lb hand weights? Anyway, it's hard to get used to workouts that don't result in being soaked in sweat counting as real workouts, even though my muscles are on fire.
The rest of the day was spent baking, doing grad work, and reading American Wife by the pool. Glorious.
Probably the most exciting event of this weekend was paying my LAST grad school tuition bill. Although it's not the last fee I'll have to pay to keep my job, it was still pretty exciting. Just 5 more weeks until I'm finally done with my master's degree.
What's your favorite type of theater? I'd take a Broadway musical over seeing a movie any day. Too bad that's not the most fiscally responsible choice.