Think I may have surprised myself, with a loud yell to self to get out there.

Go for a run, stop saying you’re tired… who cares.  Do it anyway.

And I did.

Need to run every day.  OR, something every day, if I’m to make weight for the wedding.

Close, but still work to do for the writer.

Playing with discipline, what it means, my ability to embody and practice and define.

Espresso thoughts raining.