Smell my feet
Oct. 29th, 2007 02:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
feldmanFeely crappy and spammy, because if I dawdle through the day's tasks I
won't have to contemplate going home sick. It makes more sense in my brain
than in text.
Training
First time a month ago: 1 mile walk including about three bursts of
running a short side of the track: 30 minutes.
This weekend: 1 mile walk, plus bursts of running both short and long
sides, totaling an extra 1/3 mile (roughly): 15 minutes. I even ran
contiguously a short *and* long length, which is like 1/8 of a mile
nonstop. I did this Saturday when it was sprinkling out, and Sunday when it
was 50F out. It was surprisingly pleasant.
Looking at myself under Target's fluorescents trying on running gear was
less pleasant, but well worth the chagrin. Eyes on the prize, eyes on the
prize.
Pygmy Ninja Assassins
Even the eye that aches from the Cmonkey's fist (rambunctious, not
fractious). The kid's a wee beast who can hang from her own grip at 14
months, and she got a lucky flail in when we were wrestling yesterday. I
saw stars, and there's a bruise on my upper eyelid. She climbs, she runs,
she carries small pumpkins, she pushes laundry baskets, she walks for
blocks--Halloween is just a stop on the way to Iron Man.
Discarded Halloween ideas include:
~*~Squirrel, with one of us dressed as a tree--required too much sewing
~*~MasterBlaster, utilizing Mr. F's backbrace, some gardening knee pads as
epaulets, and the mei-tai in the backpack position--required hats and balmy
weather
~*~Doctor, with stethoscope and fake blood--scrubs in size 2T still too big
despite recent growth spurt
She's going to be a ladybug instead: $11 on clearance and toasty warm for
all involved. We've been practicing, and she gets the transaction if not
the phrase, panhandling in the living room with her white felt ghost bag.
SubMyth
Turns out most of what I expected to ditch just needs a rewrite, as I hit
the general scheme and themes even with the characters sketchy and details
wrong. Right now it's this nonverbal bursting thing in my peripheral
consciousness, something I can't scrape off the tip of my tongue, but if I
stop thinking and let muscle memory take over I'm pretty damn sure I'll get
where I need to be.
It's just...I can't hold a novel in my brain all at once until it's written,
and yet it comes from there seemingly all of a piece once it's out. Maybe
that's the koan that will eventually enlighten me. Or make me nucking futz.
ETA: code fixed, nuuurgh
won't have to contemplate going home sick. It makes more sense in my brain
than in text.
Training
First time a month ago: 1 mile walk including about three bursts of
running a short side of the track: 30 minutes.
This weekend: 1 mile walk, plus bursts of running both short and long
sides, totaling an extra 1/3 mile (roughly): 15 minutes. I even ran
contiguously a short *and* long length, which is like 1/8 of a mile
nonstop. I did this Saturday when it was sprinkling out, and Sunday when it
was 50F out. It was surprisingly pleasant.
Looking at myself under Target's fluorescents trying on running gear was
less pleasant, but well worth the chagrin. Eyes on the prize, eyes on the
prize.
Pygmy Ninja Assassins
Even the eye that aches from the Cmonkey's fist (rambunctious, not
fractious). The kid's a wee beast who can hang from her own grip at 14
months, and she got a lucky flail in when we were wrestling yesterday. I
saw stars, and there's a bruise on my upper eyelid. She climbs, she runs,
she carries small pumpkins, she pushes laundry baskets, she walks for
blocks--Halloween is just a stop on the way to Iron Man.
Discarded Halloween ideas include:
~*~Squirrel, with one of us dressed as a tree--required too much sewing
~*~MasterBlaster, utilizing Mr. F's backbrace, some gardening knee pads as
epaulets, and the mei-tai in the backpack position--required hats and balmy
weather
~*~Doctor, with stethoscope and fake blood--scrubs in size 2T still too big
despite recent growth spurt
She's going to be a ladybug instead: $11 on clearance and toasty warm for
all involved. We've been practicing, and she gets the transaction if not
the phrase, panhandling in the living room with her white felt ghost bag.
SubMyth
Turns out most of what I expected to ditch just needs a rewrite, as I hit
the general scheme and themes even with the characters sketchy and details
wrong. Right now it's this nonverbal bursting thing in my peripheral
consciousness, something I can't scrape off the tip of my tongue, but if I
stop thinking and let muscle memory take over I'm pretty damn sure I'll get
where I need to be.
It's just...I can't hold a novel in my brain all at once until it's written,
and yet it comes from there seemingly all of a piece once it's out. Maybe
that's the koan that will eventually enlighten me. Or make me nucking futz.
ETA: code fixed, nuuurgh
