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Wednesday, January 11, 2006
 
And so it begins ...

2006 that is. It didn't start dramatically, and that's something to be glad about. Instead, it was quiet, with a gliding into new-ness without fanfare. We went away, we came back, we got sick - and now we're ramping back up into what we do on a daily basis, and adding new routines to the status quo.

Tonight I'm going over to the WRC to be clumsy on the elliptical trainer and to walk a couple of miles (fast) on the treadmill - that's my Week One 'easing into exercise' routine. Then I'll go home, play some DDR, cook potato-garlic soup, and maybe a few other chores. I've a hankering to wash the kitchen and bathroom floors, as weird as that is.

Last night I made a real breakthrough on my murderer's (my fictional murderer; not the person who murders me) backstory, which tells me all I need to know about why they do what they do - now I figure out how. Progress.

But all I really want to do is go back to my Agatha Christie novel.
 
Comments:
You are really taking the fitness thing up a notch this year. We are going to have to restart something later on in the spring....ifin' you have time. Or at least do something physical once a month ... hm. We should start a league of some sort.
 
Yeah, I'm kicking it up to 11. I just realized that I really, really like exercise, actually - and that I'm thinking of being a personal trainer so I have to have it go up to 11. I'm going to post in a fitness filter i'm starting in the el-jay. I would like to have a regular workout date of some sort with you again, we'll just have to see how it goes :)

Let's have a league of ass-kickery.
 
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