I have to run seven miles tomorrow morning with my group. I don't feel up to it. I ran while in Ohio last week, including a six mile run on Friday, and I've run twice this week, but I'm just not feeling the love right now. I need to set my sights on a race so I have a goal to work towards.
Boot camp was a bitch this week. Missing four workouts (I was sick the Friday before we left on vacay) made me a blithering weakling again. I had a Charlie horse in both legs all day Tuesday. And the strain of repetitive crunches made me fart repeatedly during this morning's work out. I hope my yoga mat-mates didn't notice.
I have no desire to see Magic Mike. None. Nada. Zilch. Strippers give me the creeps. Does that tarnish my feminist badge or just mean I'm a prude?
On the other hand, I really, really want to see Brave. My feminist badge gets a bit more sparkle for that, I suppose.
I leave for Hogwarts in six days! Can't. Freaking. Wait! Should I pack my wand or leave it behind? Not sure what the FAA rules are on magical devices that may or may not be construed as a weapon. Silly muggles.
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6 days!!!!!!!!
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