Blog Every Day in April

So...
As the title suggests, this is the (slightly early) beginning of Blog Every Day in April (or BEDA), where I shall attempt to write a blog post every day. Initiated by author Maureen Johnson (who happens to write hilarious and highly entertaining blog posts), BEDA is supposed to be an exercise in writing consisantly (sort of like NaNoWriMo). Her explanation of the event boils down to learning to write even when you don't have anything to say. I don't have issue witht this. I think I'm quite capable of coming up with something to say every day for thirty days. What I doubt about myself is my ability to REMEMBER to write them down here. But I'm going to try. Really really hard.
It is Monday, and I am back at school. I spent the last week in Summit County, Colorado, which is kind of like the Mecca of skiing in the Rockies. Summit County contains Copper Mountain, Keystone, Breckinridge, Arapahoe Basin (my personal favorite- where I learned to ski and, until recently, the purveyor of the highest lift service in the Rockies), Loveland and likely a large number of others that I am omitting through gross oversight. Sorry. I spent this ski trip at Copper Mountain, which is a very nice ski resort witht the best village I've stayed in and a very large range of trails and terrain. It snowed EVERY SINGLE DAY that my family and I were there for a total of 23 inches of snowfall. 23 inches! The skiing was fantastic, but in order to stand the weather conditions I had to be completely covered in protective snowgear. Only the tip of my nose was left free of covering in order to allow me to breathe, and sometimes this didn't suffice and I would have to pull my mask down from my face a gasp for air. This results in a lot of awkward looks from the other skiers, but it's okay. It's part of Colorado's charm.
Like I said, I am now back at school. In an attempt to get back into my fighting condition I went to the gym this afternoon, but I have yet to discern a noticeable change. (This is an attempt at humor, yes?) I suspect that I will be quite sore in the morning despite my extensive post-exercising stretching. My body is really not meant to run for forty minutes. It's sad that the solution to this is to simply go and do it again tomorrow. Curse you, you delicious scones. Curse you.

What Now?

It's a very snowy December 1st here in campustown. I like the snow rather a lot, so it feels like the world is giving me a prize for the mammoth task I accomplished last night.
The thing is, even though I've finished running the guantlet, I still have this urge to write. I've become so used to pounding away at my keyboard in every spare minute that not needing to write feels very wrong indeed. This is not a good development for me at this point in my life. I have three weeks left in the semester, and that means writing final papers and taking finals. I have a semester long paper due in two weeks that I have yet to start. There are other various tasks that I should have been working on for the past month, but I put them all aside to focus on my writing. Now is when I really need to put my writing on the back burner and let it simmer for a few weeks, but it is very, very hard to do so. I want to keep writing, even if what I'm writing is nothing of consequence. I should have known spending 30 days doing an introspective journaling exercise would screw me up.