I have never been an athletic person. My last year of highschool, I signed up for a Weightlifting class just because it was open for my schedule. I throwing up after the first day, after I nearly killed myself with an unloaded bench bar, and transferred to Tennis, where my friends and I spent every day mightily whacking balls at each other. Four years ago, I got a job loading trucks, and I kept it because how fucking easy can money be? The first month, I came home every night, laid on my bed, and shivered because of my muscles spasming.
Well it only took a few months before I had some muscle mass. Now that I've quit that job, I figured I should try some regular exercise to keep myself in shape, especially since I'm going to be sitting in front of a computer eight hours a day, before coming home to sit in front of a computer eight more hours (like I can fucking kid myself on that). So my mother bought me an adjustable free weight thing.
I guess because I'm actually in shape in the first place, this actually feels really good. Just like twenty minutes a day and I get plenty of workout. I never thought I'd see this happen to myself.
Maybe the regular schedule will finally get me to practice my guitar every day too. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
I finally sat my ass down and got some writing done. I haven't written any fiction in so long it's ridiculous.
I got an eight page short story with ~4,200 words done, and on google docs, which is an ok amount of content for me considering I finished it in a week and I haven't really written in a while.
Rock on my man. I've been doing similar myself lately, and it feels awesome. I let myself be scared out of writing for the longest time, because I was such a harsh critic of myself. Somewhere along the way, I can to think I was good enough, and lo and behold, now I actually really enjoy seeing stuff I wrote on a page. It's like I can see the effort that went into it all over again.