Back to the Grindstone
Nov. 21st, 2010 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The fieldwork's finished, so I'm resuming my efforts to get fit.
We took the bikes out this morning, and did our usual twenty mile run. I haven't been out for a fortnight. Last time I graced a bicycle, I died a thousand deaths before we'd gone five miles.
Today, I was a lot better. I think that over the last few weeks, I've been suffering from exhaustion. The good news is that I've still managed to retain a basic level of fitness. So I've resumed the pilates and a bit of yoga, and next week I'll get back to fitting in some fragmentary workouts. I'm going to take it easy at first - I think hurling myself into it wholeheartedly has helped to aggravate the sciatica.
I'm confident that I'm fit enough to get up a modest fell, at any rate. That is, if I ever get the opportunity! I'm not so rejuvenated that I've dragged Hector out to fit in a few studies and concerti, but I'm confident that I'll resume normality.
The only problem is the writing. I'm in a complete dither with my novel. It's as if I've dismantled a very complex tapestry because of a perceived flaw, and now I'm sitting amongst a pile of neatly bundled-up skeins of very fine wool which have to be turned back into a new, improved creation, and it's such a huge task that I don't know where to start. The tapestry metaphor is probably an appropriate one, given the importance of Odysseus and Penelope...
I suppose it's evidence that while I've bounced back from my recent intensive bout of fieldwork physically, mentally I'm still very jaded. I need that break so badly. To quote the old telly advert for insurance, 'I want to be somewhere else'.
Like indulging in some retail therapy here:-

Or revelling in some serious scenery here:-

We took the bikes out this morning, and did our usual twenty mile run. I haven't been out for a fortnight. Last time I graced a bicycle, I died a thousand deaths before we'd gone five miles.
Today, I was a lot better. I think that over the last few weeks, I've been suffering from exhaustion. The good news is that I've still managed to retain a basic level of fitness. So I've resumed the pilates and a bit of yoga, and next week I'll get back to fitting in some fragmentary workouts. I'm going to take it easy at first - I think hurling myself into it wholeheartedly has helped to aggravate the sciatica.
I'm confident that I'm fit enough to get up a modest fell, at any rate. That is, if I ever get the opportunity! I'm not so rejuvenated that I've dragged Hector out to fit in a few studies and concerti, but I'm confident that I'll resume normality.
The only problem is the writing. I'm in a complete dither with my novel. It's as if I've dismantled a very complex tapestry because of a perceived flaw, and now I'm sitting amongst a pile of neatly bundled-up skeins of very fine wool which have to be turned back into a new, improved creation, and it's such a huge task that I don't know where to start. The tapestry metaphor is probably an appropriate one, given the importance of Odysseus and Penelope...
I suppose it's evidence that while I've bounced back from my recent intensive bout of fieldwork physically, mentally I'm still very jaded. I need that break so badly. To quote the old telly advert for insurance, 'I want to be somewhere else'.
Like indulging in some retail therapy here:-

Or revelling in some serious scenery here:-

There's nothing for it. I guess I'll have to take refuge in my Julia Bradbury videos...
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Date: 2010-11-28 10:15 am (UTC)Since I became a full-time, permanent employee four years ago, the battle between what I ought to do (exercise) and what I want to do (write novels) has become ever more intense. The bottom line is that I like eating cake, speciality coffees and other evil foods, and therefore I have to exercise or resign myself to becoming a flump...
I will be doing my workout shortly, just after I post my blog-entry...