One thing you may not know about me is that I love movies. Freaking love them. I read movie magazines and movie reviews, and on a bright and hot summer day, there is nothing better to me than sitting in a cavernous theater pumped with cold air while my senses are assaulted by sugary soda and marauding robots. I particularly love big dumb summer blockbusters and ridiculous comedies, but I'll also gladly watch the occasional thriller, drama or what-have-you.
I've decided that since my rest day is on Monday, every Monday after school I'm going to take myself to the movies as a reward for a long week of running. Today I opted for this movie:
Fantastic movie. Highly recommend it. If you can get past Wolverine yelling the whole movie, you'll find it deep, moody, thought-provoking and intense. It's bound to gain some Oscar love.
Here's the thing about my movie habit, though: I nearly always have to bring movie snacks with me. This usually means the aforementioned bucket of soda, as well as some kind of candy. I never go in for the popcorn. Needless to say, movie snacks and marathon training don't go together well. So I consider it a personal triumph to have sat through the movie this afternoon with nary a calorie to accompany me.
My dedication knows no bounds.