9-25-25
Office, quiet. Traffic on the way to work, took over two fucking hours to get here. Was mood-molded by it, but no longer. Nothing I can do. What can I help and control? My attitude.
Meeting at 11 with VP. Not much to go over as he stopped by my desk yesterday and I shared progress with him. He knows where I am, and liked what I put on the screen.
Content on the way here… the fucking traffic, music of course which helped. Once here, into character. Letting my thoughts go whoever they want. Running at lunch, no matter how I try to fucking talk myself out of it. No distance quota, or pace aim. Just get out there.
Running bag next to me… ready for meeting. In a holding pattern of sorts but not to a degree where I’m still, not producing.
14hrs 51 mins into fast. Holding with it till after run. Water and coffee till then, more water.
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