at 4:19.  Actually, been up since right after 4.  Heard little Emma crying for attention or love or food.  Went upstairs, wife awake as well now so I just count down till I’m on pavement.  The writer-father waits to be the early running-writer-father.  Wife did 6 miles yesterday so I need to hit that at the least.  Quiet here in the office.  Jackie on my side of bed now, woke even earlier to change him and he insisted on certain pjs which of course took a search to find.  Can remember what time that was–  around 1, -ish?  Time slanting to blur at this hour, but I’m still hellbent on running.  Much of what this blog is about is trying to hit all my goals while being a working father of 2. I guess, I mean I somewhat don’t know as I’m just writing as I go, and the story changes when it wants to.  Can hear Alice putting Emmie back in the bassinet, which will soon no longer be used with little Em sitting up straight now nearly climbing out of it which of course makes me incredibly nervous.

4:26 now.  Thinking about just launching now, but I’ll be honest the thought of running in the dark unnerves me.  Wait for light, I tell myself, till you’re comfortable and can enjoy your run.  Maybe I’ll launch at 5, take Hopper all the way around and run down Steele to whatever street that is, then head back this way and get some added mileage in around the park…  Not sure how I’ll play it, but I will get out there this morning.  Starting this Friday is the most encouraging and positive way possible.  Running, running… Can feel myself out there now, playing with my speeds and thinking while I run, about everything from teaching to possibly teaching some fitness courses of some kind… Spin maybe, someday? I don’t know, but something.  There is only possibility, only invitation from the world around me.  I know I’ll be wishing for sleep later.  Maybe should try for a quick power nap now before I hit pavement…  Agreed.  To pillows and sheets, then to Autumn Walk then Gold Leaf, then San Miguel and onward…