Life is slow right now. Slow is our friend. I've got about 460 miles on the trainer (road bike on a stand) since January 5th, and the night before last the scales in the bathroom said I only have 12 more pounds to shed to get back where I was three years ago...
I'm thinking that getting back down to that weight isn't as big a thing as it could be, because of the trainer miles. I'm relatively certain it's more a matter of muscle mass (I never thought I'd refer to muscle mass and myself in the same sentence) than the blubber I used to pack around...
With the weather improving, it will soon be time to start hiking the stairs out in the plant every day after lunch. Maybe even start biking to work again. Biking to work is the easy part, relatively speaking. It's the biking home from work that's hard, because it's mostly uphill...
All of this reference to exercise, which used to be a bad word in my vocabulary, is because I signed up for a three day organized bike ride in the Pendleton area on Memorial Day weekend. Call me deranged, but I'm actually looking forward to climbing Emigrant Hill, which we jetted down on Cycle Oregon in 2006. It's gonna be a tough climb, but it's something I want to do...
I'm not getting much writing done on the latest book, although I am getting a few posts in on Firelands. Some day I have to get my act together and get closer to finishing Valentine's Revenge, if for no other reason than to not have two books ready for publication at the same time. It's entirely possible that Tyler's Law may be on paper some time this summer, unless by some strange quirk of fate Penguin Books decides to pick it up and make me an offer I can't refuse, then it will probably be later than that. Hope springs eternal...
Monday, March 17, 2008
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