Good morning, Readers!
How are you doing? I'm feeling a wee bit sore today. Last night, I headed out for a weight session with the small crew of lifters that have formed from my Kung Fu school. It's the first session since classes ended in the middle of last month, and I was not prepared. Still, they're a great group of people and it was fun hanging out with them.
Also, I am the weakest of the bunch and that makes me sad. I just have to keep reminding myself that my goals are slightly different to theirs. I don't have to be the strongest in the room, I just have to be strong enough. I'm getting there too. I can press 20lbs more than I could two months ago. It's not great, but it's not bad, and it's really nice to see improvement.
I also feel a tonne better for having done something active. I haven't really since training ended (walking to work doesn't count), and it's had me feeling terrible about myself. It's funny the difference I feel about my appearance after just one session. Even though nothing has really changed, I've gone from thinking I look like a fat slob (and feeling like one too) to thinking I look alright.
Training begins in the middle of January, so I have one more Monday night session I can attend before I get back into my regular exercise routine.
Before I apologise for boring you all with workout stuff, I'm going to take the time to speak to my fellow writers about it. Writing, as we know, is a solitary, sedentary task. We sit for hours alone, in silence, and moving nothing but our eyes, our fingers and our massive, massive imaginations. While it is at times exciting and fulfilling, it isn't good for us. It really, really isn't.
Despite my grumblings about being around mobs of people and how uncomfortable it makes me, humans are a social animal, and I am no exception. I have noticed recently that I get a little crazy when isolated for long periods of time. I also get a little crazy when I haven't been training in a while.
Training is both my social life, where I get to hang out and work with people I love and admire, and I get my exercise. Efficient! It is keeping me healthy on two fronts - psychological and physical. Both are absolutely necessary for everyone, but especially for writers because our profession is so lonely and sedentary.
So, I've changed my mind. I'm not really going to apologise for talking about it a lot. Training is an important part of my life. It's almost as important as writing in terms of personal fulfilment.
What about you, Readers? Is there anything you do that means a whole lot to you? Is it something that other people easily understand, or are they likely to roll their eyes at you and think you shallow?
Let me know in the comments!
I'm off to watch the 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown Christmas Special, then on the regular stuff. Have a great day!
Ciao.
PS - here is a nerdy funny to start your morning:
How are you doing? I'm feeling a wee bit sore today. Last night, I headed out for a weight session with the small crew of lifters that have formed from my Kung Fu school. It's the first session since classes ended in the middle of last month, and I was not prepared. Still, they're a great group of people and it was fun hanging out with them.
Also, I am the weakest of the bunch and that makes me sad. I just have to keep reminding myself that my goals are slightly different to theirs. I don't have to be the strongest in the room, I just have to be strong enough. I'm getting there too. I can press 20lbs more than I could two months ago. It's not great, but it's not bad, and it's really nice to see improvement.
I also feel a tonne better for having done something active. I haven't really since training ended (walking to work doesn't count), and it's had me feeling terrible about myself. It's funny the difference I feel about my appearance after just one session. Even though nothing has really changed, I've gone from thinking I look like a fat slob (and feeling like one too) to thinking I look alright.
Training begins in the middle of January, so I have one more Monday night session I can attend before I get back into my regular exercise routine.
Before I apologise for boring you all with workout stuff, I'm going to take the time to speak to my fellow writers about it. Writing, as we know, is a solitary, sedentary task. We sit for hours alone, in silence, and moving nothing but our eyes, our fingers and our massive, massive imaginations. While it is at times exciting and fulfilling, it isn't good for us. It really, really isn't.
Despite my grumblings about being around mobs of people and how uncomfortable it makes me, humans are a social animal, and I am no exception. I have noticed recently that I get a little crazy when isolated for long periods of time. I also get a little crazy when I haven't been training in a while.
Training is both my social life, where I get to hang out and work with people I love and admire, and I get my exercise. Efficient! It is keeping me healthy on two fronts - psychological and physical. Both are absolutely necessary for everyone, but especially for writers because our profession is so lonely and sedentary.
So, I've changed my mind. I'm not really going to apologise for talking about it a lot. Training is an important part of my life. It's almost as important as writing in terms of personal fulfilment.
What about you, Readers? Is there anything you do that means a whole lot to you? Is it something that other people easily understand, or are they likely to roll their eyes at you and think you shallow?
Let me know in the comments!
I'm off to watch the 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown Christmas Special, then on the regular stuff. Have a great day!
Ciao.
PS - here is a nerdy funny to start your morning:
I'm not even sorry. Image courtesy of Meme Centre. Click for link.
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