All week last week I kept forgetting I had a three-day weekend coming up. That makes tomorrow seem extra-specially lovely.
I spent a good portion of this afternoon lazing about, but for good reason. After a week and a half off of working out to allow shoulder muscles to heal, I went back to the gym. I started a new routine by the same people who designed the New Rules of Lifting for Women. They've refined things and pushed some focus to more core work. OMG. 40 minutes, and I could barely walk out of the gym. I had to sit on the bench outside the Y (in the 30 degree weather) for about 2 minutes because it felt that good. The good news is, I don't feel the bad kind of sore. It was just that the routine tested my endurance big time--rather than ending with planks, it started with them. Planks are hard enough, but when you've worn out those muscles as it is, pushups and inverted rows just become that much harder. Whoof. OTOH, while I'm nicely tired, I'm also in a very good mood. As long as I don't overdo, the exercise does a lot to keep me pain-and-fatigue free and on an even keel emotionally. FYI, the kind of tired I'm feeling now is incredibly different from the kind of fatigue I get with a fibro flareup. The best way to describe it is that this kind of tired is to fatigue as a faint, pleasant melancholy is to depression.
Fic-wise, I've managed to get chapter nine of Summer Fields posted. I've also sent my latest chunk of the Winter War co-write off to my co-writers for feedback. I've also made some inroads on my entry for the![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spn_j2_bigbang, enough that I think I may actually finish this time.
Also, thanks toriani1, I have discovered the webcomic Scandinavia and the World. So very, very wrong. So very, very funny. I'm hooked.
I spent a good portion of this afternoon lazing about, but for good reason. After a week and a half off of working out to allow shoulder muscles to heal, I went back to the gym. I started a new routine by the same people who designed the New Rules of Lifting for Women. They've refined things and pushed some focus to more core work. OMG. 40 minutes, and I could barely walk out of the gym. I had to sit on the bench outside the Y (in the 30 degree weather) for about 2 minutes because it felt that good. The good news is, I don't feel the bad kind of sore. It was just that the routine tested my endurance big time--rather than ending with planks, it started with them. Planks are hard enough, but when you've worn out those muscles as it is, pushups and inverted rows just become that much harder. Whoof. OTOH, while I'm nicely tired, I'm also in a very good mood. As long as I don't overdo, the exercise does a lot to keep me pain-and-fatigue free and on an even keel emotionally. FYI, the kind of tired I'm feeling now is incredibly different from the kind of fatigue I get with a fibro flareup. The best way to describe it is that this kind of tired is to fatigue as a faint, pleasant melancholy is to depression.
Fic-wise, I've managed to get chapter nine of Summer Fields posted. I've also sent my latest chunk of the Winter War co-write off to my co-writers for feedback. I've also made some inroads on my entry for the
spn_j2_bigbang, enough that I think I may actually finish this time.Also, thanks to
riani1, I have discovered the webcomic Scandinavia and the World. So very, very wrong. So very, very funny. I'm hooked.
