Yep. I’m definitely an introvert.
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(Comic by Pleated Jeans)
I’ve wanted to practice yoga for years, but as someone who could never touch her toes, I was always too intimated to try it. But late last year I purchased a Living Social coupon for yoga classes at a studio right up the street from where I live. I started going in January and have been doing it fairly regularly ever since. And while I still can’t touch my toes without bending my knees, I think I’ve earned the tote you see above.
Man, I have been lazy this weekend. As in, lay around in my pajamas, watch movies on Netflix and not leave the apartment kind of lazy.
Last night, my husband and I were once again flipping through the Watch Instantly options on Netflix. I told him to pick a movie and he selected “Mary and Max,” an animated movie from Australia that came out in 2009. I had never heard of it before and wasn’t quite sure what to expect.
Well, as it turns out, it was one of the best movies I’ve seen in a while. It’s both funny and sad. I laughed hysterically and cried, too. And while it’s told using clay animation, it’s certainly not for kids.
So that I don’t ruin it for you with a rambling summary, here’s a trailer for the movie:
If you watch one movie this weekend, I highly recommend “Mary and Max.”
I’ve been very lucky in my life to have never broken any bones (well, other than breaking my finger in a 7th grade softball accident), sprained any ankles, or done anything that would require crutches. That is, until this past Tuesday. I was on my way out the door when I stepped off our front porch onto an acorn or walnut, or whatever, and nearly landed face-first on the sidewalk. Luckily, I caught myself and, hoping that my downstairs neighbor didn’t see me, I casually limped away from the scene as if nothing happened. But once I got to the car, I knew something wasn’t right. My foot was throbbing. But still in denial, I went on my way and ran errands, limping the whole time.
Flash forward to about 1:30am Wednesday morning, and I woke up nearly in tears because my foot was hurting so badly. I propped it up on some pillows, but I still couldn’t get back to sleep. I thought for sure that it meant a trip to the ER for x-rays, but having the crappy health insurance that I do, I was bound and determined to “walk” it off. Thankfully, three ibuprofen were enough to take away some of the throbbing and I was able to get some sleep, but I woke up later with a bruised and swollen foot. I definitely didn’t break anything; I just think that I bruised it really badly.
Unfortunately, because of my clumsiness, I haven’t been able to do anymore training for the Run Like Hell coming up in a week. I’m going to see how my foot feels this weekend because it does seem to be getting better, but I doubt it’ll be suitable for running by the time the event gets here. It’s disappointing to say the least, but I’m not going to let it stop me from my larger goal of running the mini-marathon in April. (Unless, of course, I get attacked by another acorn. Really?! An acorn?!)