Jeff and Matt are visiting this week. Matt, a chiropractor en route to becoming a doctor, worked on my hip flexor (and my hamstrings and my adductors and my spine and my neck) last night and made a huge improvement. Apparently I -- the trained dancer WHO SHOULD KNOW BETTER -- haven't been stretching enough during all this marathon-training fun. Hence the pain. Hence the limp.
After our little torture session we met Brian and Dave for a delightful alfresco dinner at Firefly, and T. -- who couldn't keep his sexy hands off me, which was kind of embarrassing in front of everyone but I still loved it -- joined us for the hilarious "Match Game" sendup at Roscoe's.