(health) Owie, just a bit.

So, I apparently cannot estimate distances, since I thought the round-trip ride from my house to Kimble Jenkins Art School and back was 6 miles. Turns out that it's actually 3.5 miles each way, AND since I went further - let's just say that I was wondering why 6 miles was kicking my ass.

It's because I biked 8 miles, not 6. :p

The suggestion has been made, and accepted, to call my new bike Cerberus, because it's definitely taking me places. :D However, I think tomorrow morning, instead of going to the gym, I shall take it easy, have a good breakfast (blueberry waffles and bacon!) and go into work a bit early. I don't want to strain anything. I am going to stretch, though.

Things I need to get for the bike:

- a chain and lock
- gloves
- toe clamps
- a light (this is for next year)

More later. Am very sore now (but it's a good sore!)

Miles to Rivendell: 418.71
(I'll have to see where we are - the Black Rider has already gone by, but I don't remember what else)

(metrics) Silver Bullet Metrics from Saturday

I forgot to post these.

starting count: 0
ending count: 725
change: +725

starting line:
It seemed like a good idea at the time.

ending line:
The moon drenched the entire area in a pale light as the spray from the river and the fog intertwined incestuously around us.

darling:
Pretty soon, I heard another sound rising on the breeze. The Pensive River was running high and fast, thanks to the wet spring we'd had, and I could hear it laughing as it rushed along its bed. Weeping willows lined the banks, and in the moonlight, I could almost see the faeries my father had told me stories of riding their horses through the rills of foam. A magical night, this one. Almost anything could happen.

(metrics) Silver Bullet

And done! I've finished a short story!!!

starting count: 725
ending count: 1708
change: +938

starting line:
I unpacked our late supper: crackers, brie cheese and smoked sausage slices, along with chocolate-covered strawberries, raspberries and of course, the bottle of wine.

ending line:
And I cried.

darling:
The moon rose higher as we made love, the river a counterpoint to the plaintive songs of the whippoorwills and our own intimate sounds. Time had fallen away, lost in the fog, and we were the center of our own universe.

***

It's a weird, violent little tale. I really liked the prompt and the way it came out. There may be more on this, depending on stuff. :D

Yes, I'll say more later.

But I FINISHED A SHORT STORY!!!!