I joined a gym.
It’s a small gym. It has the basic stuff. And, it’s only a block from my apartment, which means it’s convenient!
Also, there are showers. The shower in my studio is the worst part of the entire thing. The showerhead is about four feet off the ground, and I’m tall, so washing my hair involves a certain amount of kneeling and/or bending. The showers at the gym are SUPER high. I like.
Perhaps more relevant than showers, there is equipment. There are TRX bands. Weights. Machines. There are mirrors and people and all the gym things.
So, I tend to be a bit hippy-dippy when it comes to exercise. I think running outside is fun, and finding pools to swim in is great, and playing sports and hiking and walking everywhere instead of driving and just generally being active…well, all those things are better than joining a gym.
However, in order for all those things to be better than joining a gym, one actually has to do all those things, and I don’t. Austin is fucking hot sometimes. During the month of August, it took a supreme amount of willpower to get myself outside everyday, because 100 degrees is icky. It’s not terrible. It’s just not fun.
Anyway. I sucked it up and joined. Three reasons:
- I like exercise. All the people do, they just might not know it if they’re not doing it. Exercise gives us happy brain chemicals. What’s the number one thing that helps depression? Exercise. Hands down. It makes us feel better about ourselves and the world around us.
- I want something to do. Being a writer can be pretty lonely. I live alone. I work alone. I lack things to do. Now I have something to do every day! And it will fit in nicely with my routine. Write when I wake up. Exercise. Work some more (covers, networking, etc). Do something fun. Four things. I can handle that.
- I want to be hot. I’m okay looking. But I want to be strong and fit and hot. I’m vain. What can I say.
As stated previously, I’m no longer making promises about what’s coming next, because I am unable to keep my promises. Bad girl! Spank me! However, I’m about halfway through my current WIP. It’s a hot spanking/BDSM story. It’s kinda between DD and BDSM, elements of both, with a ridiculous amount of spanks. I’m actually trying to tone down the amount of spanking, as I feel it’s gotten out of control. I like it, though, and I think it’s a good story. It may morph into a Rock Creek book, but my fingers will decide that.
(Not true, my brain will decide that, but it hasn’t yet…)