This is my Christmas present to you all. Watch it when your mother is driving you nuts. Watch it instead of punching your brother in the face. Watch it to drown out your racist uncle’s ranting. Watch it as you curse your family’s sudden but inevitable betrayal. Watch it on loop. Wash went to Julliard. He can help.
Happy holidays to all! I’ll see you in 2017, one more birthday in the bag and ready for the WDW Marathon. Remember: the chicken lives!
I firmly believe the Christmas season begins on November 1, but as this statement often draws jeers from the crowd I wait for Black Friday like all the boring people to begin celebrating. Well, we have arrived – and we have a Christmas tree! I may or may not have jumped up and down a bit while decorating it. (I did.)
I also saw Moana with Elizabeth last weekend. I liked it quite a bit, although I would like to make two points: 1) Mulan did it first and 2) somewhere out there in the world exists hours worth of footage of Alan Tudyk doing nothing but clucking like a chicken.
Training last week was status quo:
Sunday | rest Monday | ran 11.23 miles on the treadmill in 1:55 Tuesday | walked 2.3 miles outside in 40 minutes; 70 minute ballet class Wednesday | ran 9.21 miles on the treadmill in 1:35 Thursday | walked 2.18 miles outside in 35 minutes; 70 minute ballet class Friday | ran 5.22 miles on the treadmill in 60 minutes
Training this week will be status quo.
And with all that excitement out of the way, I give you the roundup.