Sunday, Achy Sunday

No running, as promised. I did 30 minutes of Wii Fit yoga, though, to stretch out my terrifically tight muscles, and it felt lovely.

Also: I took some street-legal drugstore drugs, and drowned my sorrows in iced tea and pasta at The Old Spaghetti Factory. Okay. . . I also ate the husband's spumoni in addition to mine, but that's hardly a new event; when declining his dessert to the waiter, I have been known to quietly hiss, "no, honey, you want your ice cream, remember?"