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100 Days - I Can Explain

pug-1209129_1920 I know, I know. It's been quiet around here lately. I could tell you all about the successes I've had but just didn't blog about. Or about all my good intentions. But the truth is, if I were in any kind of shape, I wouldn't need to bribe myself with a 100 day challenge that says fitness, but is mostly about the writing, would I?

So no, dear reader, I have not been working my little butt off while neglecting my blog. I've been writing a lot. And watching a fair bit of basketball. And writing some more. And gushing about fictional queer cartoon figure skaters. In short, here's a list:

  • I wrote a short story! One Night Stand functions as a prequel to my novel, The Pick Up. Is it really a prequel if it's more likely that One Night Stand will see the published light of day before The Pick Up? Whatever. I wrote it second, it's a prequel. If George Lucas can screw with timelines and release dates, so can I!
  • 3ecfb2e6bf12c8941f436552b6b1b5131481068207_fullI got myself addicted to Yuri On Ice. I'm going to gush more about YOI later this week, but let's just say that it's the queer anime figure skating outlet I didn't know I needed. You should try it too. Only two more episodes left before we all collectively lose our minds!
  • I'm plotting a new novel! Fallen (working title) is me dipping my toe into paranormal romance. I don't have a lot more to say about that, because it's literally just a bunch of unformatted bullet point notes in Scrivener right now, and I'm already pretty sure the first draft is going to be an inflated monster that will require months of heavy editing, but hey, if it sees the light of day, it's going to be epic.

So there you have it. Nary a work out to be had! I did do yoga last night and tonight, as I started to feel guilty for not blogging recently. I didn't want to come back empty handed. Hopefully your goals and resolutions have gone better than mine! The good news is, I've got three full time working days left in 2016, and after that it's just going to be writing and walking until my little heart bursts!

Here’s an apology haiku.

Not much working out Too many triple axels None of them are mine

100 Day Summary

Day 37— Accountability yoga Minutes today — 20 Total minutes —600

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100 Days - But I Don't Want To!

baby-1767958_1920.jpg Reasons I didn't want to work out today:

-It's Monday -It's frigging cold outside -I have other stuff I want to write

Reasons I worked out anyway:

-I'm a writer

So look. I'm not trying to be an Ironman. I don't have aspirations of  Olympic glory. Heck, I don't even plan to run a 5K next summer. I just want to get my body moving more than it would otherwise (which is to say, at all).

But somedays I just don't want to. I'm a writer before I'm any kind of athlete, which means the part of this challenge I like the best is this writing bit. And tonight there's other stuff that wants my attention. Characters. Meditations on what the heck my cat is staring at. When I don't want to do the writing, it's hard to find the motivation to do the work out.

But the thing about being a writer is sometimes it's just about powering through the stuff you don't want to do. Because if you skip it, avoid it, put it off until another day, soon that avoidance becomes a habit, and then you're not a writer anymore.

So I grabbed a new yoga routine, rolled out the mat, tried not to giggle while the cat licked my toes, and now I'm here. And just like powering through that sticky plot point, I feel better for it. Now excuse my while I got excise my plot bunnies so I can do better at this challenge tomorrow.

Here's a procrastination haiku (which I totally stole from a meme)

No no no no no No no no no no no no No no no no no

100 Day Summary

Day 15 — Unwilling yoga Minutes today — 20 Total minutes —420

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100 Days - Baby it's Cold Outside

photo-1414124488080-0188dcbb8834.jpg Working out like a writer entered a new phase today. Winter is here. It's already frigging cold outside and it's barely below freezing. But I've had a good run this weekend now that I'm finally feeling better and, after all, I'm Canadian, eh? So I put on my boots and coat and hat and gloves and...

Ok, so today's walk was about 20% motivated by a sense of accountability to you guys, and about 80% that I knew there was a Starbucks Holiday Spice Flat White waiting for me in the middle of it. I know Starbucks Flat White aren't truly flat whites like you get in Australia, but those Holiday Spice ones...man...I'd walk through a blizzard to get one of those.

Anyway, winter is upon us, the snow is flying, and I'm going to do my best to keep warm and keep active. It's so easy as writers to use this time of year to hibernate, but I'm going to keep myself moving. My body will thank me.

Here's a winter workout poem:

The scent of holiday flat white spice Is so delicious and very nice As winter takes the place of fall I'll order a grande, and not a tall

100 Day Summary

Day 14 — A little more walking Minutes today — 40 Total minutes —400

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100 Days - Back in the Saddle

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I fell off the blogging train there for a minute. I've been out a lot of nights. The good news is, in a reversal from most of last week, I have actually been getting some exercise. The writer work outs are back in the saddle!!

Friday was unseasonably warm. Like stupid warm. Like 18 degrees (that's 64 for you Fahrenheit types) stupid warm. In November. In Canada.

Needless to say, I took a walk at lunch, and regretted bringing my coat while I did it.

Last night was my office holiday party. We aren't allowed to call it Christmas party, despite decor that includes festively decorated trees (those ain't Hanukkah bushes!) and a dinner soundtrack that includes Charlie Brown, Mariah Carey, and the whole seasonal crew.

If it's not a Christmas party, what exactly do you think is happening?

Anyway, the party is always a good time, and I mostly go for the dancing. I can't say that I count minutes for dancing, that seems like overthinking the whole thing, but let's say it was an hour? In any case, it was great to get moving again. I think we can safely say this cold is behind me and hopefully it will be a long time before the next one makes an appearance.

Here's a weekend workout poem:

After leaves fall Before snow flies Take deep breaths And get outside!

100 Day Summary

Day 12 & 13 — A little walking, a little dancing. Minutes today — 90 Total minutes — 360

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100 Days - Corsets and Hoop Skirts

photo-1466027785809-90d27831b9bdStill sick. Getting better, but anything more elaborate than climbing a short flight of stairs leaves me feeling like debutante with her corset strings pulled too tight. So it's one more night on the couch for me.

With a lot of couch time comes a lot of TV. I've already told you about my misadventures with Bollywood and cough syrup. This week I've gone for something a little safer - costume dramas! What's better when you're trying to lie low and stay calm, than two hours of romance in which the closest thing we get to a love scene is a few hands brushing together on the ballroom floor?

And the costumes!! The costumes!!!

I digress...

Usually, I watch Pride and Prejudice. I have two versions - the BBC version with Colin Firth for when I can't get off the couch, and the Keira Knightley version for when I can't stay awake for six hours. No P&P this week though. Here's what I've watched so far:

North and South (5 stars. Richard Armitage in a cravat and top hat. Swoon) The Crown (4.5 stars. The half star is because Claire Foy looks like friend of mine and that's weird.) Jamaica Inn (TBD. Watching as I blog. It's like Poldark, but skeevier)

Got a favourite costume drama for when you're sick?

Here's a book boyfriend poem:

Misters Darcy and Knightley too Dance with ladies The whole night through. Austen, Bronte and Dickens Keep me company Until this cold ends

100 Day Summary 

Day 10 — Tomorrow. There will be a walk tomorrow Minutes today — 0 Total minutes — 270

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100 Days - Down for the Count

almendra-1373511.jpgHere's why I suck at being sick: cold meds are worse than being sick for me. They make my head spin, my stomach squeeze, my joints ache. So being sick is like this arms race between being too sick to function without meds, and being too spacey to function with the meds. Don't believe me?

The one and only time I ever took NyQuil, I swear I was unconscious before I was fully horizontal. Twelve hours later, I woke up, staggered downstairs where my family was already up and about. I lay down and spaced out on the couch. The TV was on. I didn't pick the channel. I stared at the screen. Maybe I drooled a little. Twenty minutes in, I realized that I couldn't understand what the people on the TV were saying.

I was so high I had lost the ability to understand English.

It took a good fifteen seconds of panic that I realized in fact, I could still understand English. I just couldn't differentiate it from Hindi apparently, which was they were speaking on the TV. In my haze, I had missed that the TV was playing a random Sunday morning Bollywood marathon.

Drugs are bad kids.

A non-workout poem

There once was a woman with chills She drugged herself up to the gills She slept the whole week No Hindi does she speak Now pass me some more of those pills

100 Day Summary  Day 9 — Typing this post is probably the most activity I'm going to get today Minutes today — 0 Total minutes — 270

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100 Days - A Medical Interlude

lozenge-462867_1920 Reasons I didn't want to work out today:

  1. I'm sick.

That's pretty well the end of that. I have a cold. I am the worst when I have a cold. You remember the old TV commercial with the sick man in bed asking Pam to call his mom? That's me.

Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. Hopefully. Then I'll go for a lunch walk, I think.

A (not) workout haiku:

Pam? Pam? Can you call My mom and tell her I love Her and dad a lot?

100 Day Summary  Day 8 — Does walking to get more Kleenex count? Minutes today — 0 Total minutes — 270

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100 Days - Barnyard Edition

brown-216001_960_720 Reasons I didn't feel like working out today:

  1. See Saturday's post and how I feel about working out on weekends
  2. I went to the fair
  3. Tomorrow is Monday

Reasons I worked out anyway:

  1. I'm a writer

This morning, hubby and I got up and moving in reasonably short order, which is to say we were both dressed and showered by 9:30. Unheard of at our place on a Sunday. I've spent a lot of time this week talking about my fertility (see here and here), but don't think for a second that I don't appreciate the current luxury out kidlessness affords us in terms of the availability of lazy Sundays. I just hope it's not a permanent thing.

Why were we up? Right. Brevity is not my strong suit.

The agricultural winter fair is in town. It's a reminder that we don't all live in the big city. Watching teenagers square dance makes me think about how Trump got elected. It's a cultural study as much as it's an opportunity to see some handsome livestock.

Also, turkeys are huge. Did you know that?

The fair is awesome, but the walking is brutal. The slow museum shuffle as you move from sheep to sheep and wait for my 16-month-old niece to decide she's had enough of the chickens does terrible things to my hips and back. Technically, I could have counted it as today's work out. If I wore a Fitbit or something like that, it would have counted for thousands of steps, but honestly, I needed something else

So yoga it was. It's nice to have a routine I can always go back to. This one is especially excellent because it focuses on stretching out your hips and back, exactly what I need.

How was your weekend? What did you do to keep yourself fit so you can write a little more?

A workout poem:

The winter fair's the place to go Even if the walking is a bit slow The shuffling hurts my feet Among the sheaves of wheat As the Holsteins start to low

100 Day Summary  Day 7 — Yoga Minutes today — 35 Total minutes — 270

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100 Days - Yard Work Jedi, Episode II

photo-1457978064644-ac327d69ad15.jpg Reasons I didn't want to work out today:

  1. It's Saturday
  2. I was up way too late last night for no good reason.
  3. My arms are sore from yesterday's leaf blowing adventures.

Reasons I worked out today?

  1. I'm a writer

Weekends, weirdly, are the worst for me when it comes to working out. I work hard all week, and the idea of making myself do anything I don't want to do on the weekend (which is to say, doing anything other than writing or nothing), is hard. It was very tempting to just do nothing today.

But I promised you all I'd report my failures as well as my successes, and I'd rather report successes, so I finished the second half of my Jedi epic.

The backyard is slightly more complicated than the front yard. It's got things like a deck and a fence that make the fight against the leaf monsters more strategic. So the process is, blow leaves into piles, rake them onto a tarp, haul the tarp out the front yard and add them to the growing piles for the city to collect. So while the area I had to rake was smaller, it took more effort to get it done. I get more cardio credit than yesterday for sure.

Here's the before

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The in-between, featuring my yoga trainer

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And the after.

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Yes, there are still leaves off to one side there. That's the garden. Leaves stay there until the spring to protect the plants from the cold. Also, the soil in our neighbourhood sucks, so a little mulch is always appreciated.

My arms are all wobbly from two days of lugging the blower around. I don't know what I'll do tomorrow, but it's not going to involve my biceps much.

It makes me a bit sad to see my back porch packed up for winter. It's where I did all my writing this summer. That draft's been done for a couple months, but I miss those hot lazy summer nights. Still proud I got outside on a dopey fall Saturday though.

Here's today's workout haiku

Yellow gold blanket Putting my garden to sleep Ready for winter

100 Day Summary  Day 6 — Leaf blowing part deux Minutes today — 60 Total minutes — 235

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100 Days - The Yard Work Jedi

magic-1688274_1920My fellow Ninja Writer Erika already wrote about yard work this week. Her style is much more sophisticated than mine. There are no red Solo cups in my post. But I'm going to let you in on a  little secret... I'm a yard work Jedi.

Hubby and I bought our house six years ago this month. I don't have the real estate listing anymore, but I'm sure it said things like 'large lot' and 'established neighbourhood' and 'mature trees'. These are all desirable things when purchasing a home.

Or are they?

In theory, mature trees are a selling feature. Too many new subdivisions in our city are populated with spindly little trees that look like they were planted as an afterthought and generally die in the first three winters after too much road salt gets sprayed on them. Mature trees mean I got to spend my whole summer on the back porch, working on the Blue Vixen without needing to paste myself in sunblock. Mature trees mean we have privacy even though our giant south facing windows are basically a house-sized fish bowl.

Mature trees mean a lot of leaves.

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This is the front yard. The bag yard is smaller but has more leaves. By the time they've all come down, the back yard is like a leaf swimming pool. In total, when we used to bag them, we'd do about 30 bags in the fall, and another 10 in the spring.

Mature trees my ass.

Fortunately, my dad bought me a leaf blower for my birthday last year (he knows what his little girl likes), and now I have magic powers! I am a leaf blowing Jedi.

If you've never used a leaf blower, it's hilarious and awesome, and you'll wonder why you ever bothered with rakes. You just point the blower, and they swirl away like the Force is pushing back their assault on your house. It takes a little practice, sometimes you get overexcited and wind up blowing stuff all over the place. You can't let the magic control you, you must control it!

As a side note, someone asked me where I get my ideas from this week. This is where I get my ideas from. I start leaf blowing, and my imagination decides I must have super powers, the leaves in the yard are attacking my house, and the way they swirl back out to the curb means there's a leaf monster under their fleeing my Jedi-tastic onslaught.

The front yard took an hour, including a little raking after the fact to tidy up the piles. Raking and bagging used to take six to eight hours, so this is excellent. The city comes to collect them sometime in the next two weeks. I just have to hope for no south wind between now and then to blow them all back into my yard. My piles are sturdy, hopefully they hold.

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See, it's like a big long leaf barricade protecting my property from invaders.

I know some of you will argue that leaf blowing isn't a real workout, and it's certainly not up there on the cardio scale, but after an hour, that leaf blower is frigging heavy, and it uses all those core muscles to keep everything under control while you work, kinda like mopping or vacuuming, so I'm going to count it!

What did you get up to? Leave a comment below and share. Writers who work out gotta stick together!

Here's a yard work poem for today:

A property blessed with old trees Will someday bring you to your knees Leaves cover the grass Curb appeal my ass Now stay where I've piled you, please.

100 Day Summary  Day 5 — Jedi-tastic leaf blowing Minutes today — 60 Total minutes — 175

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100 Days - Not Quite Over the Hump

15027617_364428950565090_8111184924492848689_n I didn't work out tonight.

Some nights are like that.

Last weekend I wrote about how much infertility sucks. It's gotten a huge response. I felt pretty proud of myself. Then something happened last night, that bled into today, and it made it impossible for me to sit or think or do much of anything besides check my phone a million times in twenty minutes, willing little notification bubbles to appear when they just wouldn't. I can't talk about it yet. Maybe in another post.

Infertility sucks, the last twenty-four hours have been a roller coaster, and I really don't like roller coasters. So I didn't work out. Hubby's making me dinner. I have a blanket, a cat, and hopefully something alcoholic in my hand in short order.

Here's a non-workout poem for today:

They say workouts are great for stress relief For those days that test faith and belief I'm stuck in my head I can't wait for bed Dinner is Asian noodle soup and beef.

Not my finest. Maybe you can do better? If you've got a workout poem, share it below!

100 Day Summary  Day 4 — Nada Minutes today — 0 Total minutes — 115

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