and one more . . .

. . . because oh holy jeebus is this one funny to me, and probably to about three others of you. (Three who maybe haven't seen it already, that is. Certain others of you probably saw this two years ago, when it was originally posted.)

He FIGHTS CRIME.

I cannot for the life of me decide what would be an appropriate icon for my love of Elizabethan stuff. All I know is, I don't have it, so I will have to make do with Maleficent, because I like her.

snarl.

Exercising today was kind of a bust.

Strength training: this went fine. A woman already had the hand-weight I use for one exercise, so I made myself step up to the next one. Had to lower my reps a bit, but other than that I was fine. So that's an achievement.

Cardio: things started going wrong. The balls of my feet hurt for some reason, from the moment I stepped onto the elliptical. Not hurt badly, but enough that I quit a third of the way into my usual workout. Grrr.

Stretching: now, I've stretched for flexibility before. I know how it works. If I stretch two days after the previous session, it will hurt. I understand this. But there's hurting, and there's today, when my muscles told me in no uncertain terms where to shove it. Quit this one partway through, too, and when I got up the soreness took too long to go away.

Is some planet in retrograde that has to do with physical fitness? Because it sure felt like it.

Screw it. I'm going to eat girl scout cookies and forget about health for a day.