Jonesing

In the few early moments before a horde of moppets demands -- in the nicest way possible, don't get me wrong -- their Saturday pancakes, I have a moment to post.

Friends used to tell me that they didn't feel right if they didn't exercise. I laughed. Imagining a life where I wanted to do more sweaty work? Just didn't click with my experience. "Nothing affects my energy level normally," I said. "No ups and downs."

Well, friends, the laugh's on me. I'm antsy, achy, and twitchy to run. Apparently it's been smoothing out some rough edges for me, and I wasn't aware of it. Even knitting doesn't help unless I've already done the sweaty stuff.

An hour plus walk this morning might have helped take the edge off. Doesn't help that it's sort of crunch time for me in my classes -- many, many papers to grade. And that's not active work. I guess I'll have to do even more sit ups and pushups.

Yay.

Edited to add: Whoops! It's knit in public day -- guess I will have to go a few rounds with the sock. I wonder if my front porch is public enough?