I’m feeling relaxed and unmotivated today. I spent roughly eight to ten hours yesterday working on my 100-word story. I’ve never worked so hard! It went through a million revisions, and that’s mindblowing. I mean, it’s a hundred words. Geez. But I sat here and kept attacking it based on everyone’s thoughts and my own ideas, and I FINALLY liked what I had twenty minutes before the midnight due date.
I can’t post it here at present, because we have to await the judges’ green light for sharing our stories. But it’s amazing to me how many people helped me with this one. And all of you who’ve helped will be dealt in if I win cash (but if I win $100 for fifteenth place or something, that might bode poorly for much distribution). If anyone out there didn’t help but wants to, let me know, and I’ll add you to my beta-reading team!
I was on my period, exhausted, and braindead for much of yesterday. Then, at around 10:00 PM, I went to the gym. I didn’t have high hopes, and I’m not interested in pushing my body beyond its capabilities, which I feared I’d be doing. When I’m menstrual, I get shaky, weak, fatigued, and conked. So I was going to take it easy on the treadmill and give up if it wasn’t happening. But I wound up doing 14 minutes at full-speed! (For me, that’s 2.5 MPH at a 15º incline.) Usually, I only do ten minutes. Geez Louise. Go me! I have no explanation for that.
I’ve come to enjoy exercise because of my music. Listening to music transports me and makes it fun.
I’m not sure how ardently I want to get back into ice skating.
- My gym is a mile up the road, but it takes 25 minutes to get to the ice rink. (There’s a closer one that’s just past my gym, but it’s only open during wintertime, and it’s not as nice as the farther one.)
- Listening to my music is a no-go, because the rink blasts music of its own choosing.
- The soles of my feet get sore, and I suspect I need some sort of insert, but it would be really complicated and possibly costly to try to resolve. Not an easy fix.
- Quite honestly, I’m never going to be a figure skater. But I do love living in the dream!
On the plus side…
- The skating rink is a really cool place to hang out! There are multiple opportunities to meet new people or to meet up with friends, like my Tarot-reading friend Ash, for example. That’s where I met her.
- It can be fun to take classes. I’ve started associating it with autumn, which adds to the magic. (They have classes year-round, but I always choose to take them in the fall for whatever reason.) There’s half an hour of instruction, and then half an hour of open-ice time. The adults have the left corner of the rink sectioned off away from the kids during the instruction segment.
- It’s not like I really care how good I ever get at it! As long as I’m getting exercise, who cares if I’m no Michelle Kwan? Regardless, the potential to improve and master new tricks is always there, and it reminds me of growing up with Granny Franny’s below-ground pool, where we were always doing new stuff (walking on our hands, deep-diving, backward somersaults, collecting colored sticks from the pool floor, etc.). It’s the same with ice skating!
I guess I’ll keep ice skating in my life to some capacity. Would it kill me to hit the rink once or twice a week? I guess not!! But for whatever reason, I always have to give myself a pep talk to get there, sort of like with taking a shower. I think I really hate driving twenty-five minutes one-way, which is sad.
I guess I’ll go skating now. Go Meg, go!! The rink’s open for the next two-and-a-half hours! Wish me luck.
Eh, some other time. I give up! I’m just too tired today!!