I’m not sure how I fit everything into this weekend without feeling completely stressed out, but I did. I emerged from the flurry of activity with a sore butt, but no other complications. (Sore butt to be explained momentarily.)
Jose and I headed to Corpus on Saturday and got there just after noon, with plenty of time to get ready for his friend’s wedding. The wedding was nice, the reception was very short, and we followed everything up with some Guitar Hero when we got back to Jose’s house. 😉 That night I met three of his close friends from high school (the fourth was the one getting married) as we all hung out for a while. Yesterday it was up early again for the drive back to Houston in time for Jose to go flying. (He did 8 landings!)
While he had his head in the clouds, I hopped on my bike trainer for two hours of riding while watching TV and the first half of the Super Bowl. Now, I hadn’t been on my bike in a few months until a few weeks ago, and I think I may sit a little differently while on the trainer than I would if I were actually moving. In any case, my butt hurts today. More than I ever remember it hurting before. Not the bones, but my butt muscle itself. That may be too much information,a nd I know that I’ll get used to it and I just need to ride more, but geez. If I sit the wrong way today, I’m in pain!
After my bike ride, it was off to Jen and Gavin’s for the second half of the Super Bowl. I watched less of the game and less of the commercials this year than I ever have before; I’m not very interested in the NFL and commercials on the whole are getting worse and worse. I did see the Garmin commercial, and liked it, but that’s probably because I already like Garmin.
I had my yearly physical this afternoon but went in to the clinic this morning to get my blood drawn so I could eat again (you’re supposed to fast for 12 hours prior to them taking your blood; some people don’t follow that, but I do). Everything went normally — she stuck a needle in the nice purple vein in the crook of my elbow, and took her two vials — but 5 hours later, my arm hurts. There’s a bit of a bruise, but I have no idea why it hurts. Apparently this is just my day for pains.