Wrote 2100 words today, which was enough to finish my eighth story! I’ll spend today and tomorrow planning the next story before the weekend.
I recently cancelled my membership with the gym, because I just wasn’t going anymore. I found that it took two hours out of my day which I couldn’t spare at first, as my writing schedule was all over the place. It was tough on my mothridden wallet too.
Unfortunately I’m one of those people who has to exercise, as I can’t get enough of good food and drink. Actually I don’t mind the bad food either, I often wake up to find the filet tower burger I was cramming into my mouth was a figment of my imagination. So Daisy suggested I just go for a brisk walk every day, which is was a fantastic idea as it gets me out of the house and keeps me fit.
However the new fitness regime coincided with absolutely horrendous weather here in Dublin. Every day for the past three weeks I’ve stuck my head out the door to witness a beautiful blue sky with a few white clouds. I enthusiastically throw on my exercise kit and head outside, heart filled with the joy of summer, until I realise that more clouds have gathered and some of them look quite menacing. Refusing to be put off by a few drops of rain, I set off. Five minutes later I am shivering in the cold wind and torrential downpour while struggling past sniggering pedestrians under oversized umbrellas. By the time I get home the sky is clear again, but I’m no longer impressed. I peel off my cold wet clothes and sulk in the shower.
I really need to go for a walk today, but it looks like the weather has grown tired of toying with us and is stuck on 24 hour misery. Sigh.
