How I start.
Tag: running
3-3-26
12:38 Back from run. Dominant thoughts while on the 5+ mile route, scoring 8:13 per mile: 1. Do it for YOU. 2. The boring content is BEAMING, with more content and Stories, and education that can be applied ANYWHERE, anyhow, any way, for any intention. 3. What running is, and why… why do it. ;;;;;;;;…
Inward MuZen – Post Three
Didn’t want to run, but I did. And I reach five, my per-day quota for the week. But no, I passed SIX. 6.3, actually. I almost didn’t go out. I put on running uniform, but then nearly just as soon returned it to bag and stayed put, at desk. NO. No, that is…
5.16 miles, 8:36 pace.
Cooling down, sipping sparkling water. May go into the writing booth in a minute, or ZenDen, just for some quiet, meditation. Time for a SELF-collect. Forcing myself to remain in office till about 16:00. Discipline, pushing this on myself with more ardor, more volume and I don’t know, BEAT. Turn music off, headphone down on…
12-30-25
10:32. In office. Slow, two additional projects already brought to finish. Cold out, but I’m committed to forcing myself to run. Belief that I can get out, maybe even shock myself today, go further than I thought which I’ve done before. So, then, why not today? Day moving slow, or that’s how I feel. …
10-2-25
In office. 09:51. Quiet. Meeting with VP at 11:00. Running today without any excuses or delays, or no-show from me on pavement. Running today, no doubt. 5k to 5 miles, somewhere in there. Going slow. Distance is the goal so just telling myself, “FIVE MILES, you’re doing five miles.” 10:44, meeting in a bit, no…
9-30-25
Booked event for sales team, for next month. Now back to scribbling ideas on Key Behaviors Project, and the ‘Assessment Hub’, as I call it. Peaceful day, listening to a LoFi playlist meant for studying, and focus. It called for rain, but now…. Wanting another latte, with the disappointment of no rain. Might treat the…
notes
“So alive and electric and fearless today, babe…” I just wrote the Nurse. And I am. Can’t hold it in place, can’t bottle it. Maybe it’s the coffee, maybe it’s simply being here, present, anchored in this shifting routine I’ve carved out inside ’50—what we call this building. 1:36 PM. So quiet it feels staged,…
In office a little late but I’m catching up. Meetings all day.
Singularizing, simplifying. Thinking of my brother Chris’ stories and explanations of how he built his business. The cowering space, the cafe, and other. I see what I’m doing wrong. Or maybe not wrong, but what I could improve. Again, simplifying. Lunch comes and goes, and I’m standing at the desk with two of my three…
Back from a day long and stuffed with baseball hours. Kids relaxing, me as well. Deserved, so well-deserved.
How I am with myself, the inward scribbles and talk, how it forms and the resulting tangibles. Wish I could spend the day tomorrow in content production mode, but no. Office. Meetings. And more meetings. All the internet talk. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but this Professor Mikey drawing board is electric and…
Writing this morning and new mind about me. Being a champion, fighter, just accepting the visions I have as real.
Traveling the world with the Nurse, writing a book in this condo and keeping this condo as just that – a Windsor Writing Station. Much the same the new train station down the street has become realize by Windsor’s town. 9:24 AM… kids playing outside, me shredding some papers as I more and more hate…
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Repeat, repeat…. The day’s call.
