No run.  Again.  Too hungry and tired, so I impose upon self the under threat of death, you are fucking running early tomorrow morning.  Get fucking excited.

12:18.  Class going well.  May be a bit ahead of schedule but I’m not worrying.  Adapting to whatever pace I face, wherever I am.

‘Don’t Speak Sales Speak’, note I scribbled while on teaching call.  Thinking of how to develop this idea for no particular project but just to explore.  And maybe that’s it, and all it is, a prompt for exploration.

They ordered sandwiches again.  Nice of the company to do that, and they do it nearly every week.  Now done and at desk, sipping a sparkling water and practicing some mindful thoughts and pulses.

Looking at the clock, have to check timing and see exactly how far ahead of the schedule I am.  Shit… I think I might be bad.  Or made things difficult on myself.  SHIT.