This was me, attempting to get out of bed this morning.
There's something interesting about this year's Can Con that I didn't make note of in my recap of my experience there. That interesting thing was this:
I did not have a panic attack.
Every convention I've been to thus far had been preceded by or interrupted by a panic attack. Every one. Except this one. I'm not sure what the difference was. Perhaps it's that I've finally managed to cope with crowds and having people sit in a room and expect me to be intelligent and/or entertaining. I also think that being at this particular convention is so like being with great friends you haven't seen in a while, and also a credit to all attendees, a place where it was safe.
So, there's that. No panic attacks this year (though I came close before my pitching session).
Martial arts training has once again commenced. I am so, so, sore today from Tuesday. Technically, training began Monday, but I was still so exhausted from CanCon that I went home and curled up in bed instead. So, a Tuesday start it was.
After three weeks where the only activity I managed was the hour walk from home to work and then back again, I was in no shape to be attempting much. Still, go big or go home, right. So, I started Tuesday as I normally would, some weight training (which my trainer very kindly made easier for me), and then an hour of kung fu followed by an hour of kick-boxing.
I'm paying for it today. This morning, it took me several attempts to roll my body off the bed. Everything hurt so much I could barely move. It was rough. But now that I'm back at training, I'm much calmer and happier. It's weird how much I miss it and don't realise.
It'll take about two weeks for my aching muscles to calm down and I'll be fine. Until then, I'll grumble about how sore I am, but with a smile on my face.
In other things, I am painting again. I had a painting half-finished for a long while and now I'm finishing it. It's taking a while, as the painting is of a bird, and birds take forever to paint. It's all those stupid feathers.
Next week, I'll get back into writing, and maybe I'll have a finished manuscript by Christmas. Who knows? Right, I have to get working.