Physical Therapy, Day 9.
Oct. 16th, 2003 09:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsSo this morning everything went according to plan. I woke up at 5:30, was out of the house by 5:40, was in the water by 5:50. I had everything with me this time-- protein breakfast, the usual meds, clothes, the works. The lanes were less full than even the last time and I was able to get one all for myself.
I started out with two hundred meters breast stroke, then a hundred of crawl. At the end of the first hundred meters I was thinking, "Oh, this is easy." By the end of my fourth, backstroke kicking only, I was seriously contemplating giving up early. It was hard work and my body was objecting. I kept looking at the stopwatch, hoping that I'd reach the time, at least, when I'd be done with this part. No such luck, though. When I finished 600 meters, though, I looked at the stopwatch and it said I had 22 seconds left until I reached my minimum. Rather than call it good, I did another hundred meters, because for some reason I suddenly felt like I could just keep going on without interruption.
Afterwards, the dizziness was minimal and the nausea not present at all. I felt rather good about the whole thing. The well-hung dude drives a Porsche. What a surprise.
I drove home and had time to make coffee. The orange I had set aside for breakfast was utterly nasty tasting, so I opted for a bagel instead. After two days of lacking any kind of writing mojo, today I hacked out some 1,600 words and managed to get my characters into each other's arms, if not quite yet each other's pants. It's kinda sad that I've spent all this effort creating what is colloquially known in hentai circles as a "dickgirl" sub-universe for the Journal Entries, and what I end up with is another typical girl/girl story. Ah, well. I'll just have to write more in the same space to use up the material I've generated, won't I?
I started out with two hundred meters breast stroke, then a hundred of crawl. At the end of the first hundred meters I was thinking, "Oh, this is easy." By the end of my fourth, backstroke kicking only, I was seriously contemplating giving up early. It was hard work and my body was objecting. I kept looking at the stopwatch, hoping that I'd reach the time, at least, when I'd be done with this part. No such luck, though. When I finished 600 meters, though, I looked at the stopwatch and it said I had 22 seconds left until I reached my minimum. Rather than call it good, I did another hundred meters, because for some reason I suddenly felt like I could just keep going on without interruption.
Afterwards, the dizziness was minimal and the nausea not present at all. I felt rather good about the whole thing. The well-hung dude drives a Porsche. What a surprise.
I drove home and had time to make coffee. The orange I had set aside for breakfast was utterly nasty tasting, so I opted for a bagel instead. After two days of lacking any kind of writing mojo, today I hacked out some 1,600 words and managed to get my characters into each other's arms, if not quite yet each other's pants. It's kinda sad that I've spent all this effort creating what is colloquially known in hentai circles as a "dickgirl" sub-universe for the Journal Entries, and what I end up with is another typical girl/girl story. Ah, well. I'll just have to write more in the same space to use up the material I've generated, won't I?
