I call this blog The Balancing Act for a few reasons. First, the old title seemed super pompous to me. Second, it’s really what I want to write about and third, I think we’re all trying to pull off our own balancing act.
I attended Midwest Writers Workshop this past weekend, and my struggle for balance there was between my introvert tendencies and my extrovert tendencies. I’m pretty sure I’m an ambivert, because there are times when I do feed on being with a crowd and yet there are also times when I need to run away from that crowd. It comes and goes. But for this past weekend, the introvert side of me was definitely taking over. Part of the conference is networking with other writers, but mostly I wanted to hide in the corner and watch all the activity. I found Riley, a writer I met last year (when I had an extrovert moment and introduced myself to her) and we went to a lot of the same panels. On Saturday night a couple of Twitter friends decided to make a “Shelly sandwich” and pulled me out of my shell a bit (and didn’t run screaming in fear of what emerged; thanks Rena and Kathy!). Despite the wanting to hide parts, I had a good time at the conference and learned a lot. I will write more about that at another time.
Balance this week is about getting back to exercising. I am signed up for a half-marathon in September which will be, thanks to the whole stress-fracture-scare of March/April, my first half. It may be my only half. It depends on how well the shin holds up to the training. I am woefully behind in training from where I should be according to every training plan I’ve looked at, but I’m trying not to let that worry me. I’m mixing in biking to hopefully make up for not having quite as much running mileage and planning on doing a mix of running and walking in the race. It will be my first at this distance so that’s an automatic PR anyway, right? Besides, this is TRUE:
Balance this week is also about accepting that I’m not going to hit my word-count goal for Camp NaNoWriMo and not obsessing over it. I could drive myself crazy trying to hit impossible daily goals, miss them all, and not get in the exercise I need, or I could let this one go and try to keep the story moving without making myself nuts. So far I’m doing good on the not making myself nuts part, but not so much on the keeping the story moving part.
And just like that, we’re at the crux of this blog. I seem to only be able to pursue one hobby at a time. For the second half of last year it was running. I ran at least 1 mile every day for 177 days in a row. It was great. I set PRs in the 5k, ran my first 10k, lost about 20 pounds, and felt really strong physically. Unfortunately, I don’t believe I managed to write much more than 177 words that whole time and I missed writing. The year before I threw myself into NaNoWriMo, hit the 50k word goal (writing over 8,000 words in a day to make it) and I don’t think I ran more than a couple days the whole month (and yep, I missed running). I’ve yet to figure out how to balance getting in my workouts with getting in my words. And I really want to do that, not only because of the whole punching people thing but because I really want THIS to be true too: