and projects, prospecting and communication. Bought a couple wines to try, won’t sip too late thought, committed to running at just a tick after 5am. Running regalia here next to desk, shoe laces untied and ready to be tied again at the earliest hour I can see myself doing. Don’t think there’ll be a 4am run for a while, not till they open the gym again and I can do speed work as I used to do while my buddy Abraham did his jumprope, pushups, punchbag work in the corner. Miss those workouts, with the low light in the gym, just me and the music and me testing self to see how fast I could run that early. Several times hitting 9 miles. Not in the shape to do that now, but I will be. Sooner than soon.
Back to Paris. So much wanted. Want to do a run there, a full marathon. Speaking of, wonder if races are going to happen this year at all. Probably not. Just wrote in the 1948 to be marathon-ready by 7/1/21. 20-mile weeks are a despicable minimum. If I’m not hitting that consistently, then I’m not a runner, in my perception.
So much I want to do. Then just…. Ready for morning. Running up San Miguel and into Dogwood district then back to Coffey and to laps around the park, then back down San Mig’ and to stemming streets. Thought today while driving back from taking kids to zoom school of trail running, but how will I do that. No time, at least now. Just do concrete and grad to trails later. One day is one day that least to the envisioned day, with running. With anything, really.
Composition.