Small goals if you would, for a bigger purpose.  Hearing other meetings around me, people emphatic and passionate.  What I am now, here.

Looking deeper into my language and attitude, my SELF in the day-to-day.  Never felt like this, this confident and free.  Might be a bit redundant now, so I apologize.  But I’m at work and sipping water like a water-drink after the four however many miles.

Today’s run, if I can go on about it a little, eased and non-complicated and somehow I put up a pace I haven’t seen from myself since before covid I think.  So what do I do with this…

Run more.  Keep running.  As many days of the week as possible.  Tomorrow hoping to control myself and limit to 5k then on Saturday hit 10.

Can you imagine that, I just wrote in the journal.  Ten miles, before the 13.1 in late August, my first half-marathon in years.  I’m doing it.  I’m just deciding to fucking do it.

14:04, no lunch yet, still in fast.  Not really that hungry.  More needing to consume my own ideas and these aims I have.  The new ones, and some of the old.  Playing with possibilities, and I can’t stop.