Wanted to write the date different.  Want to do everything different after this morning’s 6.3-mile speedwork session at the gyms with the Nurse.

My happiness, and yes that’s what I’m going to fucking write about this morning, is hard to word, put into post-able sentences for a blog.  Even my own.

Recommitting to health, running, diet.  Last night not feeling well after dinner.  Not that I ate bad, just noticing that something not syncing well with a writer as he ages.  Oh well.

So, rewrite.  Mike Madigan in the chair about to get on the Road to Sonoma County, for an overnight in Bodega, winemaker dinner with family, and a possible business something.  Well, a resurrection of past project.  Tell you more later.  Maybe.  If I do it.

09:46 —> Stopping.  Gathering and seeing what this new strength is.  Selling myself that I can do it, to a degree, but CONVINCING.

Leaving in a bit.  Watching this blogger the other day, her running journey.  Traveling, and citing the travel as. Key presence in the Story.  Fascinated.  Need more travel.

She landed, ran eight miles, went around the city filming then back on a plane to another continent I believe.

That’s the aim… more energy, more movement, more MUSIC.