I won’t let myself watch Doctor Who unless I’m on the treadmill. I’m down five pounds. But Netflix doesn’t have season seven! And Tourchwood, though tasty, is just not the same. Captain Jack just isn’t the same psychopath with a screwdriver. He had me at “Nice to meet you, now run for your life!”
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Once conventions are over I try and get back to the gym. Mostly because when you work 10 feet from your bed, you don’t get much excursive. I worry about my bones turning to jelly.
But I’ll go to the gym for about a week and then get frustrated with all the work and no results and end up slacking off again. I know muscle weighs more than fat, but it’s still daunting.
I was listening to the Stephanie Plum books while drawing all those floaties for the swim lanes. Books on tape are fantastic for working on way too much background.