It's Always a Competition
This past weekend J was required to go to a housing run. I decided to tag along in order to test my running skills on the open road. Since it was only to be 5 km (approx. 3 miles) I thought it would be a good comparison to the four miles I usually do on the much easier treadmill. I also thought I would suck. Well, I didn't. I came in first. Not that it was a race, but I feel pretty proud of myself anyway because naturally I saw it as a competition. Granted J's group had to run in formation and their trainers were probably trying to stay with them in order to shout whatever it is they shout, but in my mind, I won. I rule.
So I'm staying until the end of September. I decided that J's ceremony was too important to miss. It cost a bit of money (ouch! It must be important for me to spend money!) but not as much as I feared. I am also staying for the ball. And now I have an excuse to go shopping. I've been very disciplined this summer re: shopping so I deserve a reward, right?
I went to Siracusa today with some American friends. We found this beautiful park (photo on the right) that reminded me of the yard of St. Paul's church in Norfolk and Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, the movie that made me fall in love with the south. Ya ya, it's cliched, I know.... keep it to yourself.
For the first time all summer, J and I rented a couple of movies. His pick, "Benchwarmers." Ugh. He accused me of stifling laughter in order to prove to him that it was a bad pick and then watching it again the next day while he was at work in order to release my pent-up uproarious laughter.... but let me assure you, there is little to no laughter warranted by that film. Ugh.
I chose "Munich." Meh, it was okay.
The only movie I've seen this summer that has impressed me is "V for Vendetta," mainly because I hardly saw any previews and thought, because of the title, that it was going to be a videogamesque version of "Blade." It wasn't. It had quite a few political messages but I won't go into them because as a Canadian married to an American (and the military apparently) who one day hopes to live and work in the United States I think it's best if I keep my mouth shut. The only ideological revelation I will allow is that by canadian standards I am seen as somewhat conservative but by american standards I think I'm viewed as a tree-hugging left wingnut.