I *did* actually go to bed, and was actually asleep for a couple of hours. However, I woke up around 1230am with a horribly stuffy head. I have since taken some Sudafed (gimme pseudophedrine HCl, or gimme death!! er..), and am currently just giving it a few minutes to kick in before I lay back down to get some more shut eye.
I did notice, though, that some of the muscles that one uses when one does sit-ups/push-ups/jumping jacks are a little tender. I may not have been carried-away large (since I get plenty of "on my feet" hustle time at work), but it's clear that I *needed* to begin getting in shape. I can't wait till tomorrow morning, when I can do more. (It really helps matters when you think positively about exercise. Instead of "I really need to do XX exercise," say "I get to do XX exercise." The difference psychologically is stunning.)
Finally, I suspect that my sinuses conspired to wake me up, since they're feeling clearer now, because I got a reply to the fan letter I wrote to Shelly Mazzanoble about her book, Confessions of a Part-time Sorceress: A Girl's Guide to the Dungeons & Dragons Game. I wrote her on Saturday, and admit that I've been checking my mail like a little kid waiting for a birthday card, hoping that she'd reply. As is usually the way these things work, nothing came in until I quit thinking about it. It was particularly fun to get a response from her, since she's just as gracious and friendly as she seemed in her book. I'm beaming from ear to ear, just remembering the mail. If you're reading, Shelly, thank you again!
Now, I really should go to bed, so I can let this medicine work, get the rest I clearly need, and bide my time till tomorrow morning. (I think that I might go to a local park and walk some, before I go to SuperCuts and get my hair cut again.)
I did notice, though, that some of the muscles that one uses when one does sit-ups/push-ups/jumping jacks are a little tender. I may not have been carried-away large (since I get plenty of "on my feet" hustle time at work), but it's clear that I *needed* to begin getting in shape. I can't wait till tomorrow morning, when I can do more. (It really helps matters when you think positively about exercise. Instead of "I really need to do XX exercise," say "I get to do XX exercise." The difference psychologically is stunning.)
Finally, I suspect that my sinuses conspired to wake me up, since they're feeling clearer now, because I got a reply to the fan letter I wrote to Shelly Mazzanoble about her book, Confessions of a Part-time Sorceress: A Girl's Guide to the Dungeons & Dragons Game. I wrote her on Saturday, and admit that I've been checking my mail like a little kid waiting for a birthday card, hoping that she'd reply. As is usually the way these things work, nothing came in until I quit thinking about it. It was particularly fun to get a response from her, since she's just as gracious and friendly as she seemed in her book. I'm beaming from ear to ear, just remembering the mail. If you're reading, Shelly, thank you again!
Now, I really should go to bed, so I can let this medicine work, get the rest I clearly need, and bide my time till tomorrow morning. (I think that I might go to a local park and walk some, before I go to SuperCuts and get my hair cut again.)