Second trip back to the gym this week. Getting back into a routine seems rather more difficult than I thought it would. Got distracted by the first episode of Silk season 3 on Netflix. After which, I gave Simon strict instructions not to watch any more without me. Spent the next 50 minutes doing cardio – the extent to which my enthusiasm got me doing any exercise.
Ended up listening to Franck’s Violin Sonata. The prospect of getting back into the blogging process and attempting a catch-up on the project (I think I’m something like twelve days behind on myself) also seemed daunting. But once I’d got into the swing of the treadmill, Franck’s music transported me like so many works before it have this year.
It triggered another fictional story which might be worth working on for what appears to be a growing collection of ideas. And if I look at a lot of the ideas I’ve had so far this year, a lot of have some unexpected themes worth exploring a little more too. So it seems, a little gentle exercise and some taut, agonised French romanticism is just what the lethargic me needed this rainy Saturday afternoon. Let’s hope I can eventually get the spring in my step back soon.