Lilith Saintcrow

I did my first 20-minute run yesterday. It was exhilarating. I was doing the walk-run thing–1 minute walking, 11 minutes running–and I realized I wasn’t even winded at the end of the first 11 minutes. So I thought, I bet I could go for 20. I just bet I could.

Those are indeed famous last words. But I did it, and apparently the body is okay with that because other than a little bit of workout soreness last night while I was stretching, I feel fine. Today is the midweek rest day, so I just shovelgloved a little, and it’s amazing–I feel okay.

I feel rather like I’ve won a bet with myself, in a good way. Accomplished something, even.

I have not run for 20 minutes in my life, EVER. I was always told I wasn’t physical, and having people mock me during team sports was horrid. So it’s quite a pleasant shock to find out that I am, indeed, capable of *real* physical effort.

I also hated team sports in school because it was just another popularity contest, and those irritate me. Plus, for Chrissake, gym class gives bullies golden opportunities for f!cking with people. And that irritates me too, it always has. A fair fight between equally matched forces? Mmmkay, I don’t condone the violence but I’m willing to let them fight it out. But a bully picking on someone else half their size or disabled in some way?

I see red. Actual red.

It’s been pouring down rain for a while now, and I love it. This kind of weather seems to make the words come easier. So, it’s off to get out wordcount. If I am good and get my NaNo count in, I will reward myself with working on the short story about the gargoyle and the WalMart checker…

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