Friday Random

[angela_n_hunt]

Took a mental health day yesterday and ended up taking one of those epic four-hour naps that leave you feeling drugged at the end as you try to climb out of the pit of sleep. I knew I was tired, but oof.

It’s interesting in that running is kicking my ass again. Different segments of my body are hurting as the old sections attain adequate strength (for me) and suddenly I can feel how weak my core is. I’ve added crunches back into the routine for the off days, along with yoga. We’ll see if that does the trick. But it’s been a while since I’ve had to get up in the middle of the night for painkillers. That sucked.

New novel is crunching away with a certain degree of momentum, which is delightful. I am really digging the characters and enjoying spending time with them. It’s nice to be having this much fun. Giddy even.

This weekend is devoted to spending time with the fam and with friends and I am looking forward to it more than I can say. I’m going to make potato salad for the party tomorrow and plan to drink as many pomegranate margaritas as I want without guilt. Because dude. I am then running 8 miles the next day. Another couple of weeks, I’ll be back up to ten miles on the weekend and I think that will be my standard until it is time to start crunching down in prep for next year’s marathon.

Yes, I’m running the marathon again next year. And if I can swing it, the San Francisco Marathon as well. If I’m going to run the Iron Man before I’m 50, I gotta get serious.

What else?

I need to shoot more photos, obvee. (notes the lack of image upstairs) But that’s hanging on freeing up the time and getting the props I want. I only just realized I know exactly where I want to shoot. There’s an abandoned lot I run past. It’s literally an overgrown hole in the ground. No good for nudes, I don’t think, so I’ll have to figure something else out for that, but it will certainly work spectacularly for the Huntress. I won’t be able to do the nudes I want until we crawl out into the desert in September.

And did I mention I fucking miss my studio?

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