What does it mean when you have to stretch a bit BEFORE you get out of bed? Or that you lie there for 15 minutes attempting to garner the courage to try to walk?

It means that yesterday I was a little insane and ran BEFORE I went to the gym for leg day. A friend wanted to run in Tower Grove Park and the weather was amazing, so I had to do that, but I also needed to get my squats, lunges, and deadlifts on.

So that meant that this morning I felt like I’d been run over by a truck. Luckily today’s gym session was upper body….

My friend April cooked dinner last night—we wanted to hang out but wanted to save some money, so she made a yummy noodle dish, and then we drank wine and had ice cream and solved all the social injustice in the world.  (Well, one of those isn’t quite true, but it would be nice.)

Doesn’t the bowl look awesome?

Recently a friend told me that my instagram account (hannahviolin, come follow me, oh wait, then I can’t resuse all my photos…) was sad, because it had devolved into only cat pictures. I made a vow right then and there to do better. Not that there is anything WRONG with cat pictures, but that I do actually have a couple other things going on.

Wedding on Saturday at the Provincial House Chapel at UMSL—I loved the organ and the whole place was really beautiful.

My student (this is the student who once came into a lesson wearing a horsehead mask) showed up in this shirt. I requested a picture, which he was embarrassed by but I told him of course I would cut off his head. Not literally, or else you’d see more blood.

I’m leaning towards sucking it up and doing the mud run. I need to stop being afraid and get back out there, and I have this vision in my head of a Gandalf the Grey to Gandalf the White type of transformation.  That might be overdramatic, but I just have to get up early, drive there, do it, and I always feel awesome about myself after I do crap like that. I’m not going to take any pictures if I do, because I’m not risking that, so unless the pros get some, it’ll be like it didn’t happen, but heck, why not.  That’s my two cents about it. I might change my mind and decide I need to sleep on Saturday instead, and that’s okay too, but I know if I go I’ll have a good time. It’s not too late to register if you want to, and the link goes to my first post about it where there’s a coupon code.

Alright, I’d better shower and attempt to practice violin (arms…soooo…tired….)