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Morning!
Omg never thought of it that way and that’s a really good way to check for cliché. OMG. This is so so helpful. Also only one a page it’s so nice to hear that I was expecting to a little more dense.
Anecdote... it’s funny because as soon as you mention these exercises my mind goes blank, as if I’ve literally done nothing in the past week other than exist in a state of existential terror. OH I went to the gym a few times okay
Got home at around ten to five which is a little earlier than usual I think? No wait it’s not it’s normal time, and got changed for the gym downstairs as I’m a lazy bum and know I won’t go otherwise. Left the house in my hoodie, it was raining but the wind wasn’t as strong so my hood stayed up. I noted it was still light out and that the days were getting longer and wondered if it would still be light when I left. Only a few minutes walk including through the swing park to get the gym.
As usual I got out my membership card before getting to the desk to make sure I wouldn’t fumble and asked if I could use the fitness room. I was too quiet when asking so had to repeat myself - idk why I find this one of the most anxious part but there we go.
My usual locker was being used! So tried to pick another, one on the other side on the end smelt bad (always pick the one on the end so I can just change shoes in front of the locker and not get in people’s way) so picked the one next to my usual. The wristband felt weird, a little looser than the usual one.
There was still a slot for the running machine and I managed to find a really good song with a great bpm so ended up upping the pace a little.
This is going to be really dumb and I need to accept that. :SCREAM:
I threw myself over the threshold, a sack of potatoes [sorry] bruised from the long winter of the day’s stress, but knowing this was not the end. The gym beckoned, a mix of guilt and ‘you should’s and promises (were they false?) of achievement winding their way over park and house, a calling, a song only those brave enough to [go drag there, adventure there] could ever repeat to others [like boasting?].
I must be like those others, those happy, confident few who achieve their dreams [blaaaah no metaphor] and so I stow away my recalcitrance, peeling
WHAT WAS THAT ALL THE TIME THE FUCK?
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I find it so hard :( I even tried to not get too caught up thinking and even ignored a lot of the inner critic to the point I don’t even want to look back at it but urgh I got nowhere :(
It’s so frustrating because I struggle with sensory stuff and whilst I can pick up overarching themes (like you can see one above and where it was probably going to go) actually executing it all is so hard :(
Just a bit annoyed I guess. Huff... I know objectively I’m making progress and I’m finding what I need to practice but god I feel like the cogs are rusty in my head and I hate that feeling so I’m just going to grumble. GRUMBLE OVER OKAY I’m going to fix up some deltoids and pectorals on an illustration D:<.
Am heutigen Tag war nicht sehr viel los. Unsere einzige Aufgabe bestand darin, weiterhin zu versuchen, Images auf Laptops zu ziehen. Jedoch gab es Probleme dabei. Am Nachmittag haben wir das ganze versucht, nur auf ein Laptop aufzuspielen und es ging. Dann haben wir uns mit einem Lehreraccount angemeldet und updates sowie “gpupdate /force” in der Konsole durchgeführt.
