Friday, March 01, 2013
Today was the first time I ventured into Planet Fitness, the gym we joined. I had an appointment with their "personal" trainer, though, much to my surprise, it was not quite personal. There were FOUR of us. It was okay, I guess. It's free. What can you expect for free. So met with him and my "three pals" for an hour and got a personalized training schedule. Brandon had been working out for that whole hour, and I was just going to get on the treadmill for half an hour or so and then leave. Didn't even make that. Went into the locker room and stowed my stuff, took my sugar, and it was 66. I'd brought some ginger snaps just it case it was low before trying to work out, but I didn't expect it to be THAT bloody low. I ate them, though, then went out to get on the treadmill. Bran showed me how to work it, but I was only on it for about three minutes. I got dizzy and knew I had to get something to eat. The cookies didn't work fast enough to get the sugar back up.
That was a major disappointment after I psyched myself all up to do this today. But I will be more careful when I go next time now. Ben, the trainer dude, says I am to do cardio four days a week and the 30-minute circuit training three. Bran and I need to go take his half- hour class in circuit training. While I was there my b-i-l Greg (the one who has cancer) came in and signed him and Cindy up. It was a surprise for her. I didn't even notice him though he was standing right in front of me. He finally came up and said hello. Guess I was really focused on what the guy was saying. Now I just have to figure out how to get Arn in there. I don't know why he joined if he didn't want to come...
Brandon and I left there and ran across the street to Wendy's for lunch. I had a Jr. Cheeseburger and a Jr. Frosty since I was trying to get my sugar up. The carbs that were in the cookies and the frosty must have been over the top because by the time I got home I was ready to crash and burn, which I did in bed for two hours. That is so weirdly awesome when that happens. I know I shouldn't say that, but it does make for a pretty sound sleep.
I'm kind of bummed tonight. I made up my mind to not try to write anymore on two stories I've been working on for years, but then here comes my friend Nathan (who is a marvelous writer and has had some things published) with a link to a website called Write About Dragons that posts class lectures by Brandon Sanderson from his creative writing workshop. There's a series of 12 lectures from 2012 on there, and a new series is starting up on June 1st.
Sanderson is well known, not just for his own stuff, but for finishing up Robert Jordan's "Wheel of Time" series after Jordan passed away. I listened to a little bit of the first lecture. Sanderson is mildly amusing. But I don't want to get excited about writing again. I just don't feel that's the kind of writing (if any) I'm any good at. I run out of ideas. Haven't been able to complete my two stories for love ner money. But I did sign up for the class. So I don't know. Maybe I'll give it a shot. I sent a link to the website to ten or so different people including one friend who emailed back to say she'd been doing the first lecture series already. I wish I had been able to find a writing group years ago. I used to get excited about writing, but now I think I kind of dread trying to work on stuff again.
I didn't go downstairs and watch TV with Arn tonight. Everything was a rerun. I did, however, go down to retrieve tonight's allotment of Girl Scout cookies. (Angel is laughing, I can hear her.) I can hear him downstairs now tucking the cat in. I suppose he'll be up in a few minutes. I should go wash my face. I'm not going to be able to stay up much longer. I'm pretty tired. Probably from my nap. Those carb-induced commas kind of tend to drain me. So I'm off to wash my face and get ready for bed. Till next time... (Whenever that might be...)