I don't know what I did, but I sure did it hard. Sometime between last night and this afternoon something happened without me noticing that has caused my left foot to hurt like crazygonuts any time I put even a little weight on it. Nothing's broken, it's not that kind of pain, so that's good, but in what is becoming a characteristic moment of foresight, I decided that even if it feels fine in the morning I should still give step and yoga a miss tomorrow. If I feel fine I will, however, go do an hour on the bike, because I've gotten to the point that if I don't work out I get pouty and not in the cute way. I halfheartedly want to kick things and I mope. That's just bad juju.
On the flip side, I had a fun night with Adeline and that's always a pleasing thing. Her dad told me that they happened upon the
Batman movie yesterday and she said, "Hey, I know this!" Daddy said, "Uh, I don't think so, sweetie. This one's pretty old." "No, Daddy, I know this one." He was still skeptical, until she started inserting comments and quoting along with the movie. "Aaahh, nuns! Aaahh, duckies! Aaahh, marching band! Some days you just can't get rid of a bomb." Daddy just said, "Whoa." "Jo and I like this movie." Love that girl. :p
Grumble, grumble...I want to go to class.
If it have to, I'll vacuum my way to an elevated heart rate come the morn. I've done it before and I can do it again.