Apparently I have a physical, mental and emotional response to finishing a story.
Okay I kind of knew. Once again I was down to the wire writing until very last moment. Not going to do that again by the way!!! I know, I usually hold the title for procrastination but I simply can’t go through that again. It was a lot of fun but picking up the pieces afterwards… not priceless.
It’s more than just finishing a major story – it is the submittal process too. It feels a little like that scene from ET when Elliot releases all of the Frogs from science class, “Be Free, Be Free.” There is a high that I get that is better than any drug. But then there is the almost catatonic crash.
I sent out the manuscript on Friday night.
Saturday I was trying hard to function but apparently my neurons were not firing successfully because I decided that 14 divided by 2 was 6. Then I went walking with my friend D and we ended up not just walking, but doing running intervals. Wouldn’t be so bad, but I was developing shin splints. The strange thing… by the time we got back to my place I didn’t hurt at all. WTF?
Blamed the discomfort on my shoes.
Probably right. My current shoes are four years old. That means they survived the time I hired my trainer and was working out 6 days a week.
So, went and got new shoes. I so love the Portland Running Company!!!!
That night I couldn’t calm down. I couldn’t read, write, watch, or anything. Started playing Napoleon at St. Helena in an attempt to distract my brain but it didn’t really work.
Next day, more of the same. Although I did get my bills paid and went through everything in my inbox before the restlessness kicked in again.
Then I went for a walk.
For the first time I cut my ~ 3.7 mile walk. I turned around at the park and came home. Stopping every 300 feet or so to rest my legs, stretch them, or massage them. This was, of course, after running two intervals. What an idiot!!!
When I got home my legs still hurt.
When I went to bed last night my legs still hurt.
When I got up this morning… well you get the idea.
Like I said, finishing a story and sending it out is better than any drug. Next time I’ll try and remember that I go a little crazy after one of these things. Too many days of concentrated writing leaves me in an unfit state for real life.
Thank goodness for the elliptical – I’ll be doing that for the next few days and hot and cold baths, and lots of yoga, hoping that it will help enough to allow me to go outside and walk… and run…