I don’t have those words. Not yet. Maybe soon I will, but not yet. 8.25 miles to start the day. And this is the propulsion of something new and fruitful, a new Newness in the writer’s life. Maybe I’ll be all about the globe like the cyclist blogger I follow. Route this morning was Coffey to Hopper, then some side street to Coffey, the down San Miguel and back up… Oh, and a bit of Waltzer (down and turn-around at 7.75 miles)… In line at sbux, tired but inside I can’t be with the day I have ahead.
Want tonight as well to be a no-wine-er. Want that feel of the 5:20-something air color, dark dark blue with a light lean of coy purple. Was definitely on street before 5:25, and clocked out last couple steps at 6:26. Have only done this kind of run once maybe twice before. But just know, I’m reborn.
Mocha will be ready any minute. Got that and cinnamon-raisin bagel rather than breakfast sandwich– shit, ready already. Will finish entry at office. Today is that awesome day I’ve been wanting since ’11. I know.