I have shinsplints in one leg. Guess which one? Hint: its NOT the same one as my robot ankle. I’ve been fighting through the pain on my last few runs, but today it was so unbearable I could only run ONE mile and limped the whole way home. ONE MILE. That is pathetic.
I’m going to Jack Rabbit sometime later this week to get an evaluation. They think the problem could be my shoes, and I have my fingers crossed that it’s that easy of a solution, because this is going to kill me slowly if I can’t run. (Again.)
The Whales’ complicated, well orchestrated toy jingles compliment the soft sing alongs that include all five members of the band. I was excited to learn that this band has built a lot of their reputation by means of word of mouth following as a few lovely lovely ladies explained to me after the show how they became huge fans after stumbling on the band at a Brooklyn loft party.
When I came up with my costume last year, I thought, ‘What would I have the most fun running around in?’
— Annie - And the reason why I’m no longer being Betty Draper for Halloween (even though I just bought a dress…dammit), and am now being something (someone, actually) which allows me to wear my fur coat and Nikes. WOOP WOOP