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Spooky Adaptation
May. 22nd, 2007 11:04 pmI was rather expecting to be extremely sore for the rest of the week. Taking the whirl of activity and then the workouts piled on top of it, I'd accepted a low-grade throb with outright borderline pain at certain moments for days.
I'm fine today.
I feel the workout I did yesterday and today, but only the muscle fatigue. Everything else is fully kosher.
I'm completely awed and elated if rather disturbed. :)
I know that much of it is muscle memory. My body remembers working out regularly and the demands made on it. So it takes less time to recover than if I was truly starting out brand new.
Still, spooky.
On the writing front of this, I also quite naturally fell back into the rhythm of writing two things at once as I edited book one and worked on book two. Less disturbed and much more elated on that one.
It led to a flurry of queries sent off today. I guess when that hateful dam broke it broke all the way. Yay for shoddy craftsmanship!
Off to do what I do.
Ramble done.
~X
Ow. By which I mean, OW!
When I got up four or five hours after laying down yesterday, all my muscles were sore, plus a couple extra ones I must have borrowed from someone else. But I was happy and I still am. See? I got problems. Well, no, I've got issues. Problems are things you have to solves, issues are just the cost of living.
So back to the ow and issues. I got up and was considering splitting the 26k steps I got from Saturday and Sunday morning to cover both days. It was a good and fair plan but once I was up and had popped on the pedometer I just couldn't do it. I had to get Sunday's steps separately and ended up walking regardless of the soreness. Strange of strange it actually helped. Getting the blood flowing made me less sore than when I started out.
But none of that is what made yesterday so wonderful when I got up. What had me joyful and grateful was that I got up, sore, tired, and admittedly the tiniest bit cranky until I ate, and I wrote and worked on book two for the first time in much too long. WOOT!
Today was also another workout and another bit of writing. Like the workouts, the writing still has to pick up steam, currently going at a speed I can keep up with. But I can't wait until both take off and I'm back in the flow of things. Fortunately the writing doesn't hurt as much as the glider workout did. It was a good hurt, but a hurt all the same. It won't be until next week or so that I'll be past it. The moving around of the apartment combined with moving to heavier handweights on schedule was a bit more than my muscles were prepared for and I have to work it all out and get back to the low grade localized soreness of ole.
Okay, there was more but I'm calling this one short on account of, well, that I can. :)
Ramble done folks.
~X
Slip Slidin' Away
May. 20th, 2007 12:45 pmSlip Slidin' Away
Slip Sliding Away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
I know a woman
Became a wife
These are the very words she uses to describe her life
She said a good day
Ain't got no rain
She said bad days one when I lie in bed
and think of things that might have been
Slip Slidin' Away
Slip Slidin' Away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
God only knows
God makes Her plan
The information's unavailable to the mortal man
We're workin' our jobs
Collect our pay
Believe we're gliding down the highway
When in fact we're slip slidin' away
Slip Slidin' Away
Slip Slidin' Away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
~Paul Simon
Above are only two of the four verses, but they're the ones I wanted to share. I don't know if I'm the only one who does this, but a song will catch my attention, be it new or one I know by heart, and I'll obsess on it for hours or days at a time. Saturday's song was Slip Slidin' Away.
There's usually a reason for each obsess even if I don't know it at the time. This one I knew right away. It's how I've felt these last weeks, months really. The nearer my destination the more I was slip slidin' away. Believed I was gliding down the highway when in fact I was slip slidin' away....
I've been slowly coming back to action on many things but two weeks in and baby steps just weren't hittin' it anymore. I snapped. It took about eleven to fifteen cycles of the song and some five replays of the same infomercial but snapped I did.
Slip Sliding Away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
I know a woman
Became a wife
These are the very words she uses to describe her life
She said a good day
Ain't got no rain
She said bad days one when I lie in bed
and think of things that might have been
Slip Slidin' Away
Slip Slidin' Away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
God only knows
God makes Her plan
The information's unavailable to the mortal man
We're workin' our jobs
Collect our pay
Believe we're gliding down the highway
When in fact we're slip slidin' away
Slip Slidin' Away
Slip Slidin' Away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
~Paul Simon
Above are only two of the four verses, but they're the ones I wanted to share. I don't know if I'm the only one who does this, but a song will catch my attention, be it new or one I know by heart, and I'll obsess on it for hours or days at a time. Saturday's song was Slip Slidin' Away.
There's usually a reason for each obsess even if I don't know it at the time. This one I knew right away. It's how I've felt these last weeks, months really. The nearer my destination the more I was slip slidin' away. Believed I was gliding down the highway when in fact I was slip slidin' away....
I've been slowly coming back to action on many things but two weeks in and baby steps just weren't hittin' it anymore. I snapped. It took about eleven to fifteen cycles of the song and some five replays of the same infomercial but snapped I did.
