December 13, 2011
I'm a day ahead of my usual schedule. Ordinarily, I turn my grades in on the Wednesday of finals week and G.T.H.O.O.D (Get The Hell Out Of Dodge) so that I don't become a wheedle magnet for students looking for a mullet who might change their grade for no other reason than they have a sad story and a compelling look on their face. I turned all my grades in this morning and can now avoid my office for a few weeks, as if stopping by would unleash a plague of locust. Then I hit the gym.
I have a new incentive program to make me more faithful about working out. I love reading mysteries, but some authors like Laurie R. King I just gobble up. Here's my latest:
The key to this new approach to making sure I get to the gym is that I will only let myself read The God of the Hive if I am on an exercise bike at the Rec Center. I have other things I can read at home, even other mysteries, but to make progress in this one, I have to be exercising. I'm about 160 pages in now, and I can honestly say I'm studying my calendar and my to do list to see when the next time I can make it to work out. I'm glad I have my semester out of the way. . . now what to do about that pesky approaching holiday that requires cleaning and cooking and other activities that might stand as a barrier to finishing the book and solving the mystery?