I figured I burned off all the calories walking from the restaurant to the Opera House. Not really. But it sounds good.
We saw Faust, which was very depressing and had all sorts of slut shaming going on. Much like today, I suppose. My friend was in the chorus so we met up with him afterwards and I picked his brain. My main concern was, were we actually supposed to like Faust? Because I thought he was a bit of an assclown.
Somehow I managed to get up and run this morning. I love my internal debates. I knew if I hit snooze I would only be getting about twenty more minutes of sleep. How could I justify not running?
Again, I cannot stress how simply odd it is for it to be so damn bright out at 6:00AM.
I altered my route a bit, got some hills in, and ended up aiming for three miles since I had enough time, or so I thought. Of course doing the three miles completely jacked my morning routine and I ended up running around the house like a crazy person trying to shower, make coffee, make breakfast.
|I love how my splits show the point where I realized, "oh shit, I gotta bust ass or I'm going to be late!"|
And because my tooth issues refuse to be silenced I am going to overshare. Apparently one of the side effects of my super strong antibiotics is stomach issues. Dentist asked about it on Saturday, but I was fine. Not so much anymore. I have three days worth left to take and having to run to the bathroom shortly after taking it is getting old. Bleh.
Hey, we made it over the hump. It's Thursday! Which means it's practically Friday! Oh happy day!