Blowflex Treadmill to the rescue.
The intention is to drop what I'm doing every two hours, and pound out ten or twenty minutes of exercise. But wants and actual can-dos are two different things. I'm working up to being able to actually cope with such stress on my weak and out of shape body. Also, working out is boring. And takes up time I need for writing. I used to enjoy getting in shape, one might even say I was addicted to it in my early twenties. Now it's something I HAVE to do. As soon as it feels as a needed part of the day, I want to brush it under the rug and run to my computer to write.
The point is, I'm trying and I'm on the right track now. I feel so much better because of this.
And who knew? Plot bunnies scream super loud during exercise.
What about you? Do you exercise? And authors, when do plot bunnies scream the loudest at you?
|My killing machine. Yes, that's my KFire balancing on the treadmill - I listen to audibles while I exercise, or old soundtracks like Dirty Dancing)|