Sometimes staying upright is harder than it ought to be.
Today, in my never-ending search for a comfortable desk chair that doesn’t cause me pain in my back, hips, arms, and assorted other areas, I am writing while seated precariously on an exercise ball.
I’m not sure I’ll make it.
You see, I am a Banshee of very little core – as in, core muscles. Everyone I meet helpfully and cheerfully tells me that sitting on an exercise ball for hours on end will strengthen my core. I ask you, do you think they sit on exercise balls while working at their jobs? Hmmm? I think not.
Not only must I master the art of staying upright, sucking in my middle, keeping my back straight yet somehow effortlessly relaxed, I must be creative at the same time. Truth be told, I’m not much of a multi-tasker so this should be interesting. Some of my characters might develop fitness issues.
My middle already hurts. Muscles that have not been engaged in…well, a long time, are now being rudely awakened. They are not happy.
So, in the next few lines if apeijs’phk’p … that happens, dear readers, you’ll know I’ve slid sideways onto the floor. If I had a spacious office, this would not necessarily be a problem but in my corner, there are lots of hazards. There is a sharp-edged nightstand to my left and a metal floor vent at my feet. If I have the misfortune of rolling backwards off this thing, I’ll be knocked unconscious by my gargantuan IKEA dresser.
So. Now, I must focus my attention on writing instead of falling. I’m sure I’ll master the art of staying upright eventually.