Hey, Friends! Thank you so much for your responses on Friday. You really encouraged me!
So, a few weeks ago I started working out. This had absolutely nothing to do with a New Year's Resolution because a) I didn't make any and b) I started working out almost a full week before 2009 ended (ha!) and had everything to do with the fact that I've wanted to work out for a while but because of this weird limbo I'm in, haven't been able to. My life has been such the past few years that I haven't been able to establish a set exercise time. Going somewhere for a few weeks/months and coming back for a few weeks/months then repeating the process does not a schedule make. The only time I ever regularly exercised overseas was in India last spring when I did pilates on the marble floor of my room and then ran in the triple digit heat. I stopped doing that when the triple digits hit 120+. I decided that being alive was enough at that point, especially since I hate working out. Plus I was tired of dodging peacocks, rickshaws, motorcycles, construction piles, random children, water buffalo, and demonic dogs. :0) But that's another story for another day...
Because it is so stinkin' cold outside (I know I live in Ga, but highs in the 20's and lows in the teens is COLD! And we did get "snow dust" last week, the closest I've ever seen snow to Christmas in my life! And in case you're wondering, I'm still in flip flops) I can't run (and I hate running anyway). I can't join a gym here anyway because I hope to move in the next few weeks. So I was left with one resort, a gift from a friend: P90x.
If you haven't heard of P90x, just turn on infomercials during the day or late at night. It's the one with super muscular people talking about how they can now leap tall buildings because of its magical powers. The "x" stands for "extreme"--which it is. What was I thinking?
Today starts week 3 for me and I'm still going strong. Woohoo! Take that super-in-shape-and-therefore-intimidating people! This program is intense. I'm doing the lean version, so it's cardio and core, shoulders and arms, abs, yoga, legs and back, kenpo (Law of the Fist!), Plyometrics, and so much more. By now I have my own personal names for each workout and there have been times I started calling out to Jesus in whatever language came to mind (I try to learn the basics in every country I go to).
P90x has made me think a lot about subtleties in writing. Like foreshadowing for instance, little clues which hint as to what's coming. These can vary from soft phrases the most astute reader barely notices to making the setting crackle with tension. In P90x, Tony (the speaker dude) isn't so subtle. I've learned that the number of times he says "Let's get busy", "This next move is one of my favorites", or the yoga position "Downward Dog" directly correlates to the amount of pain I'll be in the next day. Talk about foreboding!
But while Tony is not very subtle, he does have a few tricks up his sleeve. Dual purpose work outs, I call them. Like Kenpo, which means "Law of the Fist". I like to call this one "Accidentally Punch Yourself in the Face" because I'm convinced I'll do that one day. But I'm sticking with it because it's different, it's insane cardio, and it's teaching me self defense. I might punch like a girl, but by golly, by the end of these 90 days, I'm going to have great form doing it!
And then there's the explosion you didn't see coming. In life, it's a lot like when
I boarded a plane for Cambodia and ended up stranded in India for two weeks. In writing, it's a lot like a super awesome twist that even leaves us as the writers stunned. In p90x, it comes in the form of Yoga. Having never done yoga before, I didn't realize it was a violent sport. I mean, isn't it usually associated with peace and tranquility? I thought so until I tried it for the first time. My friends warned me it was a Beast. Their stories left me a little intimidated. Ten minutes into the 90 minute video, I very, very scared. Did I mention that my "recovery" week schedules me to do yoga multiple times?
I guess even working out has its up side--like teaching me about writing. :0)
What kind of clues do you give? Do you like to play with them? I try foreshadow certain things in my stories, but it really helps when you know the ending--which is a toss up for me as a panster. I seem to have a knack for "accidental foreshadowing" (that's when I accidentally do something right without realizing it). It's such an important part of the story that I really try to work on my symbols, phrasing, allusions, etc. I love duality, when something works many different ways. And even the occasional "explosion"--as long as it doesn't leave me stranded in a foreign country again! I'd prefer never to relive that night ever again!
See y'all Wednesday!
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