So I didn’t end up going to the gym today; it just didn’t happen.  Oh well.  I’ve worked out the past 8 days so no use feeling bad about it.

Can’t feel bad about this either:

My very thoughtful mother-in-law sent us this fruit bouquet for our anniversary:

Deeelicious.  Jay McMunchMouth ate all the chocolate fruit; I didn’t even get a single one.  But the strawberries were awesome.

Jeezy bought me these:

Zensa compression leg sleeves.

I guess he doesn’t like my grandpa Walmart socks.

These things are nice, the fabric’s nice and soft, and they make you look hardcore.  But honestly, my $20 Walmart compression socks are a lot tighter=more compression, the fabric is thinner so they’re not as bulky; they just feel like they work much better than the Zensa sleeves.

I’m going to wear the grandpa socks for recovery after long runs and races.  I might wear the sleeves during a race.  I don’t know, I feel kinda like a poser/goober.  Like I need to run a 2:50 marathon to warrant wearing them.

Does anyone out there wear compression sleeves in races? Is it mega doofy or mega helpful?

And lastly my lovely personal grandpa bought me this gem:

The diamond Michele mini urban watch.  loves.  the watch.

and the husband.