Not sure why it’s not connecting to email, or internet… fuck.
9:50, readying for call. Busy morning and I don’t want it to stop. Hoping to run at 11, or a little after. Won’t be too hot. 70-something my phone says. 72, I think. Excited to get out there. Would love to run for an hour, but I don’t think that’s realistic honestly. Just get out there, stop thinking about it, or anything… don’t think, just run.
10:40, call done. Could be a great opportunity if it closes. Still not in the mood to run so I resort to self-talk… talking self into it, up to … just fucking run, Mikey. And don’t shoot for an hour. 30 minute, minimum. See if I can trick myself into doing more like my Dad once said he does with himself in certain tasks and projects.
Temp outside. 75. Shit. Just getting warmer and warmer. This morning driving back with window down, felt like Summer. And, felt like fire weather which of course makes me nervous but I don’t think we’re there. Yet. Hopefully we’ll miss it altogether this year. Doubtful…