Holy balls, it's Friday. Today, I jump roped for the first time since at least high school. And I learned that hurricane does not mean a sugary drink made in a dirty city wiped off the face of the map by a calamity of the same name, but is really something much more hellish. I'm walking around with only minor quad pain, which is a huge improvement from the last few days. One week down. Only 14 more to go.
In the interim, the weekend is going to be a slow one. Soccer practice, grocery shopping with my new obsessive lifestyle in mind, toilet cleaning, laundry, and Candyland.