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Day 1193: Band on the Run
Feb. 9th, 2015 08:38 pmYes. Cody and I started back up with running last week. I run with Ivy, and he runs with Dingo, and despite me weighing more than I've ever weighed in my entire life and me feeling more out of shape than ever, I can run at a decent clip, and I do feel better in the mornings after I've run, more alert and energetic and ready to get things done. I also hurt like crazy for days on end and shuffled around awkwardly a lot. The weather has been beautiful and bright, more like spring than winter, which is pleasant but bodes for a pretty awful summer.
I went to the doctor last week. Got a check-up. No real useful news. Have to wait a few months, same as last time, before trying in earnest for a baby again, and if that doesn't work, then it's money and tests and more money. Of course insurance doesn't pay for people to get pregnant. Insurance hates paying in general.
Dancing was good. Despite me being sore, I had a lot of fun, and I was surprised at my ability to remember the choreography as well as I did, given that I barely practiced (I will practice more as part of my exercise regimen).
I didn't write or do any of the things I usually do on Sundays because I spent hours curled up with Cody, cuddling and having a House marathon, and then I went crazy and did a marathon html session getting my big bang story ready to go. It's about ready to go, just missing art from my poor stressed out artist who had a death in the family. I am so sick of that story, and I have no idea what I want to write next, except more fanfiction, and as much as I love fanfiction, I really do need to get off of the fanfiction crazy train. Or not. It's fun. I enjoy it. I have a career. We shall see.
I am still an awful singer, but am more confident about this alto business. I just need to keep practicing my part at home and I will be okay. I have had fun chats on the phone with my mum. Cody's grandma sent us a letter - we write them every week as something of a year-long Christmas present - and she's hilarious. Super, super hilarious. I haven't laughed that hard in a while.
Cody's dad swung through town on Friday night to pick up some supplies for work. He arrived at the house at about the same time I did, and we made a game attempt at playing music together - him on the piano, me on the drums - till Cody came home, and then we went out to dinner.
Cody and I spent a good chunk of Saturday culling our book collection and getting our books off the basement floor so now I can vacuum properly and we have more room and also we found my other running shoe, so now I can run in proper shoes again, and I think that will help me hurt less.
I finished listening to the second Mortal Instruments book on tape, and it was awesome. I liked Cassandra Clare's fanfiction when I read it in college, and I like her novels now, and I am deciding to be unashamed of what I like to read and write. Because at least I can read and write. Here's to a good week. My birthday is this week. I don't have any appointments till 1 PM that day. I think I'll sleep in.
Also, I have grand plans to buy one of those fitness bands and get serious about my health. After all, I am on my way to thirty.
I went to the doctor last week. Got a check-up. No real useful news. Have to wait a few months, same as last time, before trying in earnest for a baby again, and if that doesn't work, then it's money and tests and more money. Of course insurance doesn't pay for people to get pregnant. Insurance hates paying in general.
Dancing was good. Despite me being sore, I had a lot of fun, and I was surprised at my ability to remember the choreography as well as I did, given that I barely practiced (I will practice more as part of my exercise regimen).
I didn't write or do any of the things I usually do on Sundays because I spent hours curled up with Cody, cuddling and having a House marathon, and then I went crazy and did a marathon html session getting my big bang story ready to go. It's about ready to go, just missing art from my poor stressed out artist who had a death in the family. I am so sick of that story, and I have no idea what I want to write next, except more fanfiction, and as much as I love fanfiction, I really do need to get off of the fanfiction crazy train. Or not. It's fun. I enjoy it. I have a career. We shall see.
I am still an awful singer, but am more confident about this alto business. I just need to keep practicing my part at home and I will be okay. I have had fun chats on the phone with my mum. Cody's grandma sent us a letter - we write them every week as something of a year-long Christmas present - and she's hilarious. Super, super hilarious. I haven't laughed that hard in a while.
Cody's dad swung through town on Friday night to pick up some supplies for work. He arrived at the house at about the same time I did, and we made a game attempt at playing music together - him on the piano, me on the drums - till Cody came home, and then we went out to dinner.
Cody and I spent a good chunk of Saturday culling our book collection and getting our books off the basement floor so now I can vacuum properly and we have more room and also we found my other running shoe, so now I can run in proper shoes again, and I think that will help me hurt less.
I finished listening to the second Mortal Instruments book on tape, and it was awesome. I liked Cassandra Clare's fanfiction when I read it in college, and I like her novels now, and I am deciding to be unashamed of what I like to read and write. Because at least I can read and write. Here's to a good week. My birthday is this week. I don't have any appointments till 1 PM that day. I think I'll sleep in.
Also, I have grand plans to buy one of those fitness bands and get serious about my health. After all, I am on my way to thirty.
