15:59

Quiet, the day.  Or this part.  No music on, but that will change in a second.  Thinking of a new playlist, for running.  Nothing too expected or template, in fact not at all.  But…. I don’t know.

Hard to centralize on one idea for the playlist but that’s where I’m staying.  Not on the music, but running.  As a story, aggrandizing of an existing narrative for this New Mike Madigan, see where it goes.  How many races I can do till the end of the year, then next year where I fucking HAVE TO hit 26.2.

No interest in doing anything like a super or “ultra” marathon, or some super-duper marathon.  26.2 is the goal.  I want to enjoy it.  Anything past that I’m sure I wouldn’t much enjoy or get anything out of.

Race in 18 or 19 days.  Could look but not going to… and next year, running out of state.  Want to do trail runs in Yosemite, and/or Yellowstone, Utah, Oregon, wherever.  

Traveling as a runner….  A race next year in, let’s find one…

One in SF, but not registering now.  Making running the center of everything.  From the sales training I do at the company, to my life with the Nurse.  Running is THE Answer.  And I have to get out everyday, and if not then at least 5x per week.

Today, wanting 5 miles but had to stop from the heat.  Probably could have pushed, but my pert mile would have been broken.  Not an excuse but that’s what was in my head in the last strides up Vaca Valley Parkway.

Photog… looking at old shots again.  From Oregon to selfies, to the vineyard of course, and whatever else.  The kids…

Half-marathon in Monterey, November.  Registering later.  That’s two halves for the year.  Stying at that for the moment.

16:31, logged off.  Listening to music, not my most productive but taking the time to meditate, collect, just be and think and let thoughts take me where they see best for the character.

Another picture –

I need to make photography the first mode, and writing the second.  Even though I’m a writer, so then maybe it shouldn’t be in that order.  Maybe there shouldn’t be an order.  

“Order”…

One of my daughter, on the mound.  Missing my kids, and I can only write it so many times.  No choice but to learn from this, find a way to have it empower me, educate me.  That’s what I decide.  I’m not allowing negative and evil energies to win.

I can’t afford to.  So I’m going to speak, and I’m going to speak and write and put out more as the Professor.

I’m my own Professor.  And more importantly, student.

16:43, new thoughts, new ambitions for the writer.  Dinner tonight with the Nurse and her Nurse-daughter.  In Winters, one of our favorite towns and place for escape.  No thinking, no pausing for this writer, or photog, or whatever I am.  Human… presence here at the desk, running in mind as I was up the Parkway earlier.