Just a few short weeks ago, in this very space, I resolved to start blogging more often. I then, true to form, vanished without blogging more often. My intentions are always good, but my list of excuses is legion.
1. Right after I finish prepping and shipping these orders.
2. Only I swore I was going to the gym today.
3. I will just finish one of the 47 draft posts I have sitting on my dashboard. Just as soon as I finish the top three or four books on my pile so I can add them to that one about what I’m reading.
4. Oh hey there’s a pint of ice cream in the freezer and new episodes of Brokenwood.
But Blaugust is just around the corner, and I really, really want to participate this year, because I really, really want this habit back in my life. I’m not going to make it if I don’t take some kind of running start. I’ve had a look round at the inside of my head just at the moment, and it’s like the back side of a botched embroidery in there. This is not going to be pretty. It’s going to be choppy, and stream of consciousness, and there will be a lot of days when I only get my ten sentences by denying my inner run-on sentence and lopping my thoughts off at the knees. But I’m going to give it a try.
So, where to begin? I went to the gym today on my way home from work. This would not normally be a momentous event, but for the last two months I’ve been either really sick or literally had somewhere to be for every minute I was awake. And with one thing and another, I haven’t worked out in almost 10 weeks. The trainer called me last weekend to make sure I was okay. So I got my shit together today and went. It was horrible. I’m out of shape there as well as here. Normally when I go back after a period away from cardio, the first workout is this glorious, easy, lung-expanding, blood-pumping affirmation of life and wellness. Not today. Today, the best thing that happened the whole time was when a woman got off the elliptical next to me, fished the TV remote out of a bucket on the wall, and changed the channel from basketball to Cake Wars. I salute you, cake lady. See you Wednesday.