After taking a full week off of running, I decided that today was the day to get back to it. So, this evening, after the sun began to set and the air cooled some, I set out for a short 3 miler. It was not fast (29:59), but it felt good to get back out there and run.
And that's all I have to say about that.
In other news, no, we did not buy a new TV yesterday. Yes, we went and looked, but there weren't any impressive sales -- see, I'm looking for a store that sells a 42" HDTV, LCD, 1080P, preferably in a brand I recognize, like Sony or Panasonic, for...oh...$6. Ever heard of a store like that? If so, let me know. Pronto. Until then, I suppose we will just hoard our money and wait.
Instead, we did go to the cheap theater ($3 tickets) to see "Forgetting Sarah Marshall." It was pretty funny; I could have done without the full-frontal male nudity, and I thought a few parts could have been cut down for time, but overall, worth the $3 for some good laughs. Then, we also had a few flicks at home to watch: "The Golden Compass" and "Enchanted." We watched one last night and one today; neither deserves an enthusiastic endorsement.
I mean, "The Golden Compass" was alright -- followed the book pretty closely but excluded the book's tragic ending (in fact, it simply evaded the novel's ending by ending before the book's ending) -- but something about it just felt "blah." And then, "Enchanted"? Holy lord, that was mind-numbing. Granted, I know it was a movie for children, but there are some children's movies that also manage to capture an adult audience (ie, "Shrek"). But this? This was dull, predictable, and stale. I guess I had the mistaken assumption that it was going to be satirical -- you know, a la "Shrek" -- a fairy tale that mocks fairy tales while still managing to uphold certain standards of the genre. Instead it was such a boring version of the worst of the Disney-fied fairy tales. Maybe I'd appreciate it if I had children. Or if I were a child.
Aside from gorging on movies, both Jerry and I have been spending most of our day reading. He's reading Ken Follett's "World Without End" and I'm reading Augusten Burrough's "A Wolf at the Table." I didn't like the first few pages of Burrough's book, but now that I'm more than halfway through, I love it (although, if you're interested in Burrough's memoirs, start with "Running with Scissors" or "Dry" first).
Hope everyone else enjoyed a holiday weekend that was a good blend of fun with family and/or friends and relaxation. Back to the grind tomorrow, folks.