It’s Good to Say Great

It’s only natural that when you come off a long holiday weekend, that people ask you how it was. How wonderful is it to be able to say that it was great? It is so freaking unbelievably good to say “great”. “I had a GREAT weekend”. “HA, take that. It was FREAKING GREAT”.

Michael and I did a lot of interesting things over the past four days. We biked through Umstead, we ran at the gym, we worked out together, he made me dinner, we walked the dog, we ran errands, we saw “Inglorious Basterds“, and we did a lot of talking. A lot, a lot of talking. And it was good.

Even though I wasn’t sure I could walk Sunday after the second 10 mile plus bike ride, I decided to go back to the gym this evening. After running two miles, I joined a pick-up volleyball game. Oh that was too much fun! I hadn’t played in years, and I forgot how much I loved it.

Now I am certain that I will not be able to walk straight tomorrow. I do not care, because this was good. No, this was great. It was really freaking great.

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