Coming up on this episode of Candace is a Basket Case and a Half: Foxcatcher was crazy. Foam rollers save lives and butts. And perfect pony tails happen before sleeping. So um, The Seahawks are going to the Superbowl…again. Excuse me while I go throw confetti in the air. I would like nothing more than for my team to absolutely obliterate the Patriots. That’s all.   And speaking of sports, Colin and I went on a breakfast/movie/lunch date over the weekend and we saw Foxcatcher. It was definitely not my favorite…but it was still pretty good, and CRAZY. The fact that it’s a true story just makes it completely bizarre and so much better. Check it out. Steve Carell was super good.

Speaking of running…Oh, we weren’t. Silver and I have been running two miles almost every day before working out. My shins cannot hang. Neither can my emotions. I cry the whole two miles and wish that I was home eating Ben and Jerry’s Half Baked ice cream instead. And speaking of working out…Somehow I’ve hurt my right butt cheek. Yes…I just typed butt cheek, get over it. It’s been throbbing…and the muscle has been so, so, tight. So in a manner of desperation I purchased this little dream: That, my friends, is a tank of a foam roller. And it is saving my life one roll at a time. Because asking your mom to massage your calves when they’re sore is a totally different thing than asking your mom to massage your right butt cheek when it’s sore. The foam roller wins. Also, the brother thinks the foam roller is a pillow. Speaking of pillows…has anyone else had that horribly frustrating experience where you mindlessly throw your hair up to wash your face before going to sleep and it comes out absolutely perfect? Like the most perfect pony tail that you could ever imagine and then you just sit there staring at it and leaking tears because you’re about to go to bed and why couldn’t that happen to you on…oh I don’t know, a day where it matters?? Thank you for your support on this very important matter. Love, The runner who dreams of ice cream.