Sunday evening...just finished half an hour on the rebounder. I was using ten pound dumb bells, and, dayum, they're heavy!
"Wow," I thought, "I can't remember what it felt like to have an extra twenty pounds on my body, but it must have been heavy."
That extra twenty pounds was work. I only used them for ten minutes, then reverted to the five pound weights.
I don't miss that twenty pounds.
I don't miss the gym, either. Saturday morning I sat at St. Sebastian with my mug of cappuccino, perched in the window seat, reading Atonement and listening to soft conversations around me. I also worked a bit on the poem I'm writing for Cassandra's wedding. I think I'll make this a Saturday morning ritual for now, because it felt so good. And I think I'll work on my novel there.
In fact, I think it would be lovely to find a way to sit there happily many mornings, blissfully working on my novel. Hmmm...
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