May 12th, 2009


a public repentance

Forgive me, Pilates, for I have sinned.

It has been two, maybe two and a half weeks, since I have worshiped at your altar. I blame Writing; she’s a jealous lover, and I was impressed with myself for remaining your disciple as long as I did.

But now I understand the error of my ways. Now I understand that you, too, are a harsh mistress, and I am reminded of why it is your name, in its original Greek translation, is thought to mean “makes my muscles burn like fire”. I was not a fool, Pilates. I did the weeniest workout I had on hand, and yet you still kicked my ass. Or my abs, more accurately.

I will return to you on Thursday, Pilates. I will sacrifice my body on your altar. I will try not to weep with the howling agony of neglecting you. But if you need me before then, I’ll be the one sprawled on the couch, unable to move further even if the house is burning down around me.

ytd km swum: 42.2
miles to Minas Tirith: 253

(x-posted from the essential kit)

do nothing by halves.

I have had an insanely busy day. I swam, came home and did Pilates before I could talk myself out of it, then went to get my hair trimmed because we’d gotten paid. Only the hairdresser was busy giving somebody a tattoo, so I did a little grocery shopping and came home again. I went out later to try to get my hair trimmed, but the hairdresser was about to close for lunch, so I did some more grocery shopping and came home again. I went out a fourth and final time to get my hair trimmed, and the hairdresser was working on another tattoo, so I did the last of the grocery shopping and came home again.

No wonder I write all the time. This is exhausting. o.O

miles to Minas Tirith: 259

(x-posted from the essential kit)