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So I just got back from a 5k run after writing 2k words this morning.
Do I feel better? Of course.
Do I keep forgetting that I need both writing and running in my life for mental health? Of course.
Have I been unable to do either for the last few weeks and perhaps that contributed to my not doing so great mentally? Well, duh.
Yet every time...
The run was good, even if I had to stop a few times because my legs are still recovering from a high load of squats last week. I'm to the point where it doesn't bug me if I can't do the 5k unbroken -- I know I can do that and more when properly rested/regularly running. Just getting out and moving is the important thing and this morning it was just a tad cool and thick with fog. I love running in fog and snow and rain -- anything that makes the world a little less clear.
I did have someone flash their lights at me, which, ??? I never understand what people think they're communicating when they do that. Short of there being a hangry gator on the road just ahead, there's literally no good reason to do that. It's like honking at a runner -- are you saying hi, are you warning me, are you trying to intimidate me? If I find out later it was a friend/acquaintance, I always gently advise them please don't. Short of there being an actual danger, it's only ever confusing and vaguely upsetting.
As for the writing, I have no idea what these words are. I'm just going to take it one scene at a time and see where this goes. I have a general sense of the character, the plot, the stakes, and with the run this morning now I also have some visceral/emotional beats to work towards. It just feels good to words again, and maybe this will just be an exercise in persistence, or a way to live vicariously through another character.
It's got a retired poisoner who was known as the Mad Magician, a sudden and suspicious plague, unreliable magic, and two kids who are going to just complicate the shit out of everything. So far, it's fun.
Do I feel better? Of course.
Do I keep forgetting that I need both writing and running in my life for mental health? Of course.
Have I been unable to do either for the last few weeks and perhaps that contributed to my not doing so great mentally? Well, duh.
Yet every time...
The run was good, even if I had to stop a few times because my legs are still recovering from a high load of squats last week. I'm to the point where it doesn't bug me if I can't do the 5k unbroken -- I know I can do that and more when properly rested/regularly running. Just getting out and moving is the important thing and this morning it was just a tad cool and thick with fog. I love running in fog and snow and rain -- anything that makes the world a little less clear.
I did have someone flash their lights at me, which, ??? I never understand what people think they're communicating when they do that. Short of there being a hangry gator on the road just ahead, there's literally no good reason to do that. It's like honking at a runner -- are you saying hi, are you warning me, are you trying to intimidate me? If I find out later it was a friend/acquaintance, I always gently advise them please don't. Short of there being an actual danger, it's only ever confusing and vaguely upsetting.
As for the writing, I have no idea what these words are. I'm just going to take it one scene at a time and see where this goes. I have a general sense of the character, the plot, the stakes, and with the run this morning now I also have some visceral/emotional beats to work towards. It just feels good to words again, and maybe this will just be an exercise in persistence, or a way to live vicariously through another character.
It's got a retired poisoner who was known as the Mad Magician, a sudden and suspicious plague, unreliable magic, and two kids who are going to just complicate the shit out of everything. So far, it's fun.
