Fanfic, and cleaning, and yoga. Oh my!
With a week off from running, I've become quite used to waking up, having a sweet coffee, and then stepping onto my mat for over an hour of yoga. This morning I just could not do it. I went to unroll my mat, and knew it just wasn't going to happen. So I ate something (my appetite is sort of back today), had some tea, wrote some fanfic, and tried again. Nope. Utter mental and physical resistance.
I hate days like these. I feel so bad about not doing my yoga, and not running. I actually really, really, really do not want to go running. I think about stepping outside and my whole mind goes "BLECH!!!!". Or something like that. ;) I did take my bike out briefly to post a letter, and it was all hills so that's something. But. . eh. I feel horribly lazy. The weird thing is not just my sudden reticence when it comes to running, but how much thinner I feel after a week of just yoga. I think that half hour on top of my usual hour has made all the difference, and it's pretty strenuous. It's making me think about trying Ashtanga eventually, which is all about building up strength. Look into the Ashtanga series sometime; anyone who masters the first series is incredibly fit, flexible, and STRONG. It might be fun to try a class sometime, if one becomes available.
Anyhoo, I spent today feeling like a lazy fraud, though I did clean my bedroom, sort some of my crap, put out the trash, and work on my Bleach fic. I wrote a love triangle into the last instalment, and today I decided to make that situation even more complicated. Hurrah for complex relationships and characters! This time I've decided to upload the chapters a few at a time. Usually I wait till I've finished a piece and then upload all at once, but maybe this route will attract more readers? We'll see. It's very gratifying to discover that one hour after I upload a new story, someone has already added it to their alerts.
TOMORROW I WILL GET UP AND GET ON MY YOGA MAT.
When I was cleaning my room today, I was pulling all my knick-knacks off the flat surfaces so I could dust, and said to my mum, "How can I possibly have so much junk?! But I need it all." And she replied, "so it's not junk".
Hmmm. I feel like I should make something meaningful out of that. ;) Give me a second to put on my Buddha face, and I'm sure I can whip up something suitably yoga-like about the nature of a cluttered mind. . . .
I hate days like these. I feel so bad about not doing my yoga, and not running. I actually really, really, really do not want to go running. I think about stepping outside and my whole mind goes "BLECH!!!!". Or something like that. ;) I did take my bike out briefly to post a letter, and it was all hills so that's something. But. . eh. I feel horribly lazy. The weird thing is not just my sudden reticence when it comes to running, but how much thinner I feel after a week of just yoga. I think that half hour on top of my usual hour has made all the difference, and it's pretty strenuous. It's making me think about trying Ashtanga eventually, which is all about building up strength. Look into the Ashtanga series sometime; anyone who masters the first series is incredibly fit, flexible, and STRONG. It might be fun to try a class sometime, if one becomes available.
Anyhoo, I spent today feeling like a lazy fraud, though I did clean my bedroom, sort some of my crap, put out the trash, and work on my Bleach fic. I wrote a love triangle into the last instalment, and today I decided to make that situation even more complicated. Hurrah for complex relationships and characters! This time I've decided to upload the chapters a few at a time. Usually I wait till I've finished a piece and then upload all at once, but maybe this route will attract more readers? We'll see. It's very gratifying to discover that one hour after I upload a new story, someone has already added it to their alerts.
TOMORROW I WILL GET UP AND GET ON MY YOGA MAT.
When I was cleaning my room today, I was pulling all my knick-knacks off the flat surfaces so I could dust, and said to my mum, "How can I possibly have so much junk?! But I need it all." And she replied, "so it's not junk".
Hmmm. I feel like I should make something meaningful out of that. ;) Give me a second to put on my Buddha face, and I'm sure I can whip up something suitably yoga-like about the nature of a cluttered mind. . . .