I'm starting to put all the pieces together and see that may all be related.
Monday morning I decided to get up and go for a run. This on only four hours of sleep. The running trail at Henry Farms at 7 a.m. is a nice, refreshing site.
The same day I decided to walk to class instead of fighting traffic for twenty minutes to travel half a mile. My calves were screaming with pain. My calves used to be my strong point.
While my still-sore-on-Thursday bones are telling me that so much exercise in one day after months of so little was a terrible, terrible mistake, I can honestly say that it was worth it.
While I'll hardly lose that five extra pounds after one day, it taught me something at least. I'm a poor writer because I don't put myself out there enough.
Every storyteller worth his weight in quills will tell you that you have to know as much as you can about the world around you. That includes nature, like on the running trail, or getting to know the other foot travelers to and from classes. Seriously, I met at least three people in between Self and Merrill Halls with stories that could be told.
If I want to tell those stories, I have to get my lazy butt up.
Here at The Chanticleer, we're in the middle of a four-part series addressing student health issues at JSU. Brandon Hollingsworth wrote a great story on sleeping habits this week. In a couple of weeks, I will be examining dietary habits and obesity.
I'm hardly the only college student who considers these issues to be problematic.
Maybe if I can get those health issues going in the right direction for myself, my writing will follow suit.
The road ahead
is long, indeed.
