But before getting up, the run today… the goddamn treadmill.  It’s okay, I need to get back conditioning.  Low and slow, enjoy music whatever I pick for the session.  I think about running in Tahoe, Sunriver, or Colorado where I’ve never been but have alway wanted to run, and Paris….  Literally running everywhere.  Even trails which I’m not the most fervent fan of.  Planning a running trip now… not saying where.  5 days, a minimum of 40 miles.  Probably at the beginning of ’22 though.

For the rest of my life.  RUNNING.  This morning it’s even more obvious to me – not even obvious but blaring and just plain, obvious, beaming with reality and interconnected revolution.