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Ow. Oof. And ow. Training to be a superhero is hard, yo.

This brought to you by folding crunches and push-ups back into my workout regimen. Yet again. Maybe I'll try and remember to do it two months on two months off this time or something. But I discovered something interesting and kind of fun: once I get my momentum up on parkour exercises of running up onto park benches, I can actually run over three benches almost at speed before I hit caterpillar mode and fall over myself. No, I didn't actually fall, but that's what it felt like. And at that, the biggest reason it happened was because one of the benches was really wobbly and I could feel it bowing beneath me. So possibly I'll do a different set of benches next time. Anyway, so, yeah! I'm running and jumping on benches and running more like a boss! I love it. Next up, or maybe next month, vaulting over stumps! Assuming the rain stops, because stumps are on grass, and that's way slicker in the rain than I want to run on right now.

And, also, running is kind of impeded by this blister on the back of my ankle so I haven't been doing it as much. I have no idea what's up with that or where it came from but it's irritating the shit outta me.

Okay, okay, since I'm being asked and I forgot to link it yesterday, the context for James McAvoy fucking with us. Because he is. You're welcome. At this point I think if you put him, Robert Downey Jr, and Misha Collins in a room together, their collective fandom trolling would probably cause fandom in general to wet themselves and then explode.

Anyway. Oogh. There was thunder and rain earlier this morning, but it seems to have cleared up now. I damn well forgot to cook the second steak, since there wasn't actually enough room in my skillet for both of them (since I couldn't find the steaklets) but at least it's in a marinade, so I can just do that tonight and store it. And in the meantime I have leftover radioactive steak and other stuff.

And as I get ready to go it also occurs to me. This whole parkour in the park, doing all this exercise writing all this stuff? I know writing, at least, started because it never actually occurred to me that, given several hours of free time in a day, I couldn't write 10k words. Seriously, it never crossed my mind that that was an unreasonable number of words. I wonder if part of my success at teaching myself to run and jump and leap over things, I know part of it is due to early ballet training and learning how my body moves and good physical habits, but I wonder if part of it is simply because it never occurred to me that it might be difficult or I might need someone to show me how or something. I don't know how usual or unusual this is. Or anything like that. Just. Apropos of nothing. It's interesting.

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Sometimes I seriously run ahead of myself. I discovered today that a music school has two locations both of them near me, either within walking distance (albeit a bit of a hike) from work or within walking distance from my house (also a bit of a hike). They take students of all ages, have several teachers, and their prices are reasonable. This is relevant not because of my guitar or anything, but because for years I've been meaning to at least do some kind of voice lessons because while I think I can carry a tune in a bucket, I have no conception of how my own voice sounds. I need someone, preferably a trained someone, to tell me. So, voice lessons.

The only problem with this is I'm already about at the saturation point of Projects I Can Do. Which was appropriately and seriously thunked on my head when I started bouncing about it. So what I've ended up deciding is this. Late July or so I'll make an appointment to meet with a teacher or two at the school, have a practice lesson, explain my goals and what I want and see if they can work with me or what have you, if I'm a hopeless case, if knowing what I'm doing when I sing and sounding good isn't a worthy goal or what have you, and then in January after Nano, Yuletide, and my various Big Bangs, I'll pick up singing lessons instead of doing ALL THE BIG BANGS EVER. And by all I mean four. And. And then we'll see. This is a bit freaky. But still kind of awesome.

And in addition to all THAT music stuff, I have a contra dance book coming that maybe I can play the guitar chords out of and certainly I can poke at it on the whistle. Actually, that's sort of the plan, Friday afternoons at work the Elf Lord and I will poke at tunes on whistle and fiddle and other things. Now if I could only get my strumming down... I have very stiff strumming, it doesn't sound at all good. Need to work on that.