Up before 7 and went to gym, ran over 5.5 miles on tread.  

A little unexpected thunder and lightning, rain, surprising the Nurse and I.

9:22 at the desk, espresso done after cold brew at Peet’s, our typical coffee date and I’m moving faster.  Today’s curriculum about seeing where I am and what I’m doing and how to get to that other place.

Music while running, thoughts again about making running and fitness more a content and story anchor.  Testing SELF, becoming a character maybe I didn’t before envision.

Already fantasizing about the next gym visit.  Or do I run around HQ tomorrow, maybe that 10k route down the dirt path and back?  Or to Sebastopol like Bill the old COO used to do at lunch?

One more espresso I tell myself.  No more after that.  Discipline.

Fuck discipline, I say to myself but shut that self all the way up.

Back to work.  Send three messages and nothing, eased pace.  And….  The Consumer Sales Trainer block broken up, three sections or considerations – one for each word.

The Consumer.

Idea of SALES, stereotypes and all.

And then, trainer.  Reality of being trained yes, but also training yourself.

To be different, to be stronger and more focused and centralized in goal pursuit (more than mere enunciation of “discipline”).

Seeing it all.  Here.  Me.  Now.

Everything is a curriculum or rich mod’, something to learn from, or FOR.

New keyboard the Nurse bought me yesterday distracting me, using it with Company laptop, placing me in different character rhythms and music in head and actual.

New BEAT, me.  This day’s Mike Madigan version and nerve-spin…