Moving, on Monday.  Running at lunch, or earlier.

Battling a mood and the mood is losing, tremendously.  Wild in my types, and drive over here, everything music.

All is a verse, poetry.  All the images, things, this phone and headphones, journal.  Pen, watch.. the screen in front of me.  Am I listening?  A bit.

But I’m in fighting mode.  Drive over reciting in the moment, stanzas I didn’t record but I didn’t care, I was speaking for me, for the moment, for the area of my soul.

11:10, an advisor to SELF.  Listening to the Nurse, mimicking her attitude and day-to-day.

Next Sunday, running 13.1 in a race setting and am I nervous fuck no.  Long overdue.  Writing all thoughts down as they connect and rush to and away from the event.

Today…. Run to the end of that trail, then back, maybe modify a little when back in this business park.  Test self, battle self.  Remain in this Training tell.

Speak to self, write everything.  Building, rewriting.

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After a 10k+ run and finishing two projects here in the office standing at desk I feel alive and strong, like a flight of my own.  Destination unknown.

No need for specifics, why not just explore… Forty-six-year-old reincarnation of me, banging away at the typewriter of my thinking after the run, saying don’t stop, don’t settle, EVER.

Fear no fucking consequence.  In fact, welcome them.  Taunt them.