okay, so i’ve said more than once how important exercise is for my sanity and for my writing process. when i’m not exercising regularly, i’m not writing regularly (or well).
and then i go to the gym and shift my neck ever so slightly during a push and *twang* the whole thing goes out of whack.* okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. i’ve just got a tight neck, now. nothing terrible, but walking around like i’m strapped to a steel rod is just annoying. particularly when i forget and try to turn quickly. the worst part, of course, is knowing the moment that it happened that i shouldn’t have done it.
but if i hadn’t gone to the gym, none of this would’ve happened…
pathetic whining aside, though, i did make good progress this morning on the book (thanks also to the Advil, the heating pad, an excellent backrub from my wife this morning before work, and the rejuvenative power of a hot cup of tea), and what looked like another slow slog section has actually shot by with exciting speed.
now where’s that heating pad…
* i’d love to blame my dad for my weak back, but a couple years of wrestling for school (and poorly, by the way), and then practically tearing my rhomboid out during crew practice certainly haven’t helped any.