regimen

ready? okay! i'm getting on the stick and making things happen. for too long i have been slack.

yesterday afternoon, after work no less, i exercised, did a little time on the recumbent bike. not a terribly long time, because it's been a while and i'm flabby and weak, but a time nonetheless.

this morning, instead of getting up like a crazy person at 4:30am and rushing off to work, i got up like a crazy person at 4:30am and came up here and did some writing. the novel! remember the novel? i confess i myself barely remembered it, but now i'm back in the thick of it. just like that! like riding a bike! i wrote something like 600 words this morning; i want to be doing at least 500 each and every day, so this morning was good.

the current scene has horst (a funeral home representative and minor character) and shannon (our hero) in the hospital morgue, because some bonehead didn't leave behind the appropriate identifying paperwork, trying to figure out which of three corpses on gurneys is the one horst is supposed to collect. shannon shows his stuff by reading the medical records and determining by scars etc on the bodies just who is who.

is this not totally ridiculous? who cares?! i'm having fun with it. i'm going to do at least another 500 words tomorrow morning, probably finishing this scene.

i exercised this afternoon as well, more time on the bike, "the commitments" in the dvd player. then i had a needed and deserved shower. i pat myself on the back and ready myself for more of the same tomorrow. yeah, creeping out to the (detached) garage (where our exercise equipment lives and breathes) at 5am in the chilly dark was just not appealing to me. i wasn't feeling it. i'd much rather be up here in the predawn, banging away on my ergonomic keyboard.

working out in the afternoon, though, is potentially problematic in terms of energy levels after a day on the job. at the moment, however, i'm motivated, and believing i can keep this regimen going.

oh, and in the event i've been keeping you in suspense, no, i didn't break my hip. neither did kara. no one i know did, to my knowledge. the above image is here only because i typed a report this afternoon in which this kind of surgery was done, the reduction of a four-part intertrochanteric fracture, with internal fixation. i found the picture at work and liked it. end of story.