Have always seen August as a pivotal and defining month.  For how you end the year.  Just back now from a 4-miler, averaging about 8:46 I think per mile.  Have to look at the screenshot I took, but it was something like that.

10:02, back at the desk.  Sipping water, sparkling, and forcing SELF to stay in fast till dinner.  Health, fitness, mind, Mindfulness, just a different writer today.  I’ve said that and proclaimed the same before, but today, the first of this month, AUGUST, it’s different.

Writing out a by-EOY play, and you should to.

What are you going to have on it?  What do you want?  All goals are realistic if you produce and take steps, all days.  There are no “reach” objectives, I’m telling myself.  All will be met.

Another sip, work quiet… the curriculum is essentially done.  Ahead of myself and feeling like I need to do something but then tell SELF to stop.

Drinking water, today.  A project.  First is done, putting another in fridge and another over ice….  HYDRATE, like the Nurse says.

No need to think about the writing flight plan….  A run, now hydration, meditation.  Gratitude.

On the run, temp started to slow me.  Really wanted 10k, but that wasn’t meant for today so I took what I tallied.  Four, not too bad.  More tomorrow.  And earlier.

Running is again becoming a religion and stretched and migrating metaphor.