Reading and Sweating

I have so much reading to do that I’m reading while exercising, and that’s tough to do. In fact, I only made it twenty minutes on the elliptical machine yesterday and I didn’t even get to fifteen today. Part of that has to do with me starting to wear workout pants instead of workout shorts, a change I made to allow me to get out of the gym faster after my workout, but part of it has to do with me trying to split my attention in too many different directions. Some might say, “Just give up the exercising,” but I don’t think it’s that simple.

I am signed up for a year contract with the gym and I pay $35 a month to go there. If I don’t go that’s a lot of bucks I’m throwing out the window. To get out of my contract I’d have to pay some ridiculous fee. And, the main thing is, I don’t want to quit exercising. I like feeling healthy, looking healthier, and I feel like I can still make it to that ultimate goal of mine, which is still a few pounds away.

On the plus side, I did get some work done on my interdisciplinary project this morning and this evening and I’m feeling like I might actually make my first deadline on Friday after all. My interdisciplinary project, for those not in the know, is three-credits worth of research to back up and expand upon my family history. I plan on writing a book about it sometime in the near future.

As for stories, I need to tweak the last page of “The One About Ian” and then I think I might get it into Glimmer Train Stories, who only accept standard submissions during certain months of the year. January is one of those months and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that January is almost over. I’ve submitted there before, twice I think, and gotten “kind” rejection letters each time. I think this story is one of my best yet, so maybe, if I cross everything I have a pair of, the results will be better this time around.