Aching...

When I woke up this morning (at 11:00am, thank you very much) I felt an odd sensation in my legs. As I stood up, I groaned at the tightness and tiredness of my entire lower body. What the heck did I do to inflict such soreness upon myself? Looking back, I realized that yesterday was quite an active day for me. (Amazing how much more pleasant 45F weather is than 30F! The snow has finally melted, and my extremities no longer freeze off when I step foot outside. Thus, I can attempt to exercise without the risk of slipping on ice or suffering from exposure.) Quick summary:

[(Before lunch, I jogged for 2 miles around Cambridge to start "getting in shape") + (Asha and I walked 3 miles roundtrip to an African exhibition at Emmanuel College <more about that on my next post>) + (Matthew and I cycled a total of 4 miles to and from Girton for a jazz concert)] = GRAND TOTAL OF 9 MILES WORTH OF PHYSICAL ACTIVITY!!!

No wonder I felt like I had been hit by a truck. But, all of those activities were totally worth the effort. Running in the morning justified the chocolate I ate in the afternoon. Walking around town with Asha led to meeting great people and getting a taste of our upcoming London Fashion Week adventure. And finally, biking out to Girton was rewarding when my husband and I got to listen to smooth music while sipping on sweet wine and conversing with good friends.

Daina (my new fellow-American friend and another of Matt's classmates) took this picture with her phone. I was impressed with how well it turned out given the dim lighting. You can see the singer and piano in the back left corner. There were some seriously talented students. Singers, saxophonists, etc. Even the college chaplain got into the spirit of the evening playing some folksy tunes on his guitar. Gotta love free entertainment.

I don't know if Cambridge has proportionately more free and fun things to do than Oklahoma does, but it kind of feels like it. Maybe I just have more time to seek them out right now. Either way, I'm adoring these events, and I can already tell that I'll reminisce about them fondly. Again, we felt like old married folks because most of the other audience members were undergraduates. However, as soon as the young whippersnappers open their mouths and that posh accent comes pouring out, I automatically add a few years of wisdom to their credit. I knowingly admit that this is an extremely misguided policy, but they honestly sound so sophisticated, regardless of the actual words they are speaking.

On that note, I'm off to eat some crockpot chili for dinner. Until next time!