Savannah was great - great food, great company, great shopping. I can't tell you how relaxed I felt the whole time. I am lacking in sleep though as I was up past 1:00am every night and up around 7:30am every day.
Yes, pathetic that I can't sleep in.
I got to do everything I wanted to do in Savannah - eat, chat, spa, and shop. We did a ghost tour on Thursday night (a whole post about that later....), ate a Paula Deen's restaurant on Friday night. The only thing about that dinner was that I am not used to eating such rich foods. It tore up my stomach. I got to run, took a walk in the rain on Saturday morning (not intentionally), and I even got to sit an watch the Hokies beat Miami on Saturday. I never get to just sit and watch the game.
It was tough getting up this morning, but I survived. Ashley is back in school after being off for three weeks, so this morning it was back to our schedule, and it was fine.
What has not survived is the second toe on my left foot. I realized my toe was hurting on Friday in Savannah. I assumed it was an ingrown toenail, and pretty much ignored it. When I got home last night, I took a closer look at it, and the nail seemed raised and it was sore to the touch. I realized it had a blister underneath the toenail, and Dr. Google says it is "black toenail" and I could possibly lose my toenail. Lovely. I did run my 8 miles last Thursday (and about died), so I am guessing the increase in mileage did it.