( Collapse )
Still a little sore in the legs and butt, but not half bad under the circumstances.
I can't find my keys. AGAIN. It's insane because I got into the apartment on Sunday after the 1/2 marathon and then I couldn't find them when I wanted to go out a few hours later. They have to be in the apartment, and I can't find them. Hubby actually went out on his crutches to get new keys made, which means the old ones will reappear shortly, I assume. I hate it when this shit happens. It's like I have a black hole where my brain should be.
Really, really tired. I feel like I could go home and totally crash.