The gauntlet is tossed down on Thanksgiving. The challenge ends today, Christmas Eve. Concept2, the folks who make the indoor rower, issue the annual Holiday Challenge: row 100,000 meters (or more!) between the two holidays.
My body and my body image are always moving targets. I never have the right muscles, the right endurance, the right weight, the right amount of fitness. Weight goes up, weight goes down. Body dysmorphic disorder? Yeah, probably, but so few of us are free of that.
I look at myself after 29 days of rowing. I think I have gained some muscle. I read that exercise adds more glycogen (sugar storage) to your muscles, and glycogen stores add more water. Does that explain my additional few pounds since Thanksgiving? Am I fooling myself? I am thinking that what I see is what will be. Learning to live with that continues to take time, energy. No matter, really. Self-concept and acceptance are also moving targets.
I frogged another WIP. The cables weren't showing up well in the dark fiber. The deal-killer was when I truly understood, in the depths of my knitter's heart, that a complex sock in 100% soft merino was not going to have a long-wearing life. Shibui sock yarn, Celtic Braids pattern, several inches of cuff finished and put aside over two years ago. (That, in itself, should have told me to frog long ago.) Seemed inevitable, but odd, that I would be taking pictures of a fail, of a project about to take the long sleep.
Discipline invades the entire gamut of my projects. The upstairs wheel has been dedicated to plying. The downstairs wheel is allowed to spin fiber into singles. I have been pondering the pile of handspun skeins littering the guest bathroom sink, where they take their first bath. Some are good. Some are okay. Some stink.
The grey skein is Frelsi Farm's icelandic/angora mix. Tentative plans include spinning enough of Frelsi's various mixes to knit an interesting Hyrna. Two ply light fingering weight, it is a reasonable yarn to use on a long-anticipated project.
The multicolors is FatCatKnits BFL, colorway Sherwood Forest. LOVE. Two ply, probably something hattish for me. That won't happen until I can stop admiring the skein. I really wish I knew what I did differently, so I could do it again. The singles aren't overspun. The plying twist matches the twist in the singles. It was a brief moment in time, and it is gone.
The real purpose of this post is to send warm holiday wishes to you, my blogfriends. The passing of the Solstice, and anticipation of the New Year, all feel like harbingers of new hope and new energies.
Have a wonderful holiday. Knit lots, rest well, eat happily! Love your families and enjoy your time. G-d bless you, everyone!