No bleeding, no depression, no yeast infections… ah, why, yes! It’s time to hit the road again.
Did an experimental jog tonight: slow, short, easy and rather dismal. The second half turned into walk-jog-walk-jog-oh-fuck-it-walk.
The IUD started banging at my insides toward the end, just little twinges of occasional cramping. Not bad (I took a couple Motrin a few hours before), and if all goes as they say it will, I should be pain-free in a couple months. It was good to start out now to see where I’m at with that. I wish they made a smaller device for women who haven’t had kids – I’d really rather that thing wasn’t banging around all the time. In any case, I have confidence that my body will get used to it, and I’ll be back together in no time.
The idea is to get a couple weeks of MA classes back in before my membership runs out – I’m going to let it expire over the summer and sign back up in September, mainly to save the money. Things are agonizingly tight right now, and heading to WisCon didn’t do me any good.
I’ve been keeping up on the power walks at work – that’s an hour every day, and my free weights in the morning, so I’m healthy, but not buff, and you know, honestly, I have a secret desire to be buff. The day I can tell a set day job to shove it so I can spend some time getting into actual shape will be a fucking fantastic day.
In other news, I’ve been reading a lot about boxing, as I’ve got a couple of shorts and a novel with a protagonist who’s taken it up, and I’m interested in seeing how other authors handle writing about boxing (B is very good at this, and his blog is great for that).
I’m also currently in the process of cutting 31,000 words from the first book of my fantasy saga before it hits the road again with agents. I picked up a couple more names at WisCon, and I figured, shit, why not? So that’s getting cleaned up while the day job is slow, and at night I’m coming home and working on my blood and sand bisexual shapeshifiting bounty hunter novel and stories, which hold a special place in my brutal little heart.
Those stories are gonna rock.
Overall, life is definately smoothing out again, most importantly on the health front. I really took a nose dive for three or four months, and coming up out of that has been a bitch and a half. Now it’s all back to working to where I was, writing and shape wise, and surpassing that.
No big thing.
It’s a good life.