8:06am.

Coffee.

Looking at list of things to get done today.  I am getting out of the house like I earlier wrote but enjoying this first cup.  Run at 11, new gym.  Making myself do it.  And tomorrow I’m registering for that bloody Napa race.  Few more gifts for kids, that stuff for the Nespresso… what else.

Mind circling in to-do’s rather than ideas.  Would be driving down to Berkeley today but wait, no car.  No upset, honestly.  Not in the mood for. Drive to Berkeley and I have so much to do I already feel like I’m under all waters.  When I know very well I’m not.

Morning angst making me abrasive with Self.  Calm Mikey, sip the coffee.  Stop thinking so much.  After cup head to Farmers sbux for work, then back here for running.  May run to gym since it’s right down the street and finally not raining.

Training for a marathon… can I do it?  Can I reduce wine tasting and sipping to such a point where I’ll be ready by March?  YES…. Write about it.  All of it.

March 6th… not sure I have enough time.  Make it enough, I tell myself.  Go to bed earlier and wake earlier to run, like my friend whom yesterday woke at 3-something to start work, took a break to workout, then go back to work.  Honestly don’t know how.  That needs to be my model and paradigm.  No excuses, no breaking the new story.  It’s a story, I keep telling myself… a story, a runner’s story.

Maybe I’ll register today.  I did say earlier this year that 2022 will be the year of marathons and other races.  So…..

Got some gift buying out of the way.  Little bit more left in coffee.  Listening to a new Electronic Chill list.  Not bad, certainly not disruptive or distracting though.  Thinking… about what.  EVERYTHING.  How certain things and currents can’t move fast enough.  Seeing the condo yesterday and giving me ideas for home office and other realities.

Now an Ambient Chill list… better.  Not leaving house I decided.  AND, walking to gym at 11 and doing speed work for an hour-plus.  Have to get out later and pick up gifts at one spot.  Then another. Ugh… exhausting.  Why xmas isn’t even in my top 3 favorite holidays as an adult.  Too much buying, too much money, too many expectations and centricity on material objects.  Maybe I’m just old and cranky…

Needing more neurodiversity  in my observations and subsequent page steps.  Feel like an atoll of thought right now.  One day in the past, long ago was explosive but now just broken and sitting there.  Changing music to of course Coltrane and he solves everything.

Thinking of the day as a set of lots, or provinces I have to hit.  Need other laptop now for calendar… 11am-12:30 gym.  1-4, prospect, AE story, start 2022….  4-4:30 ready for meeting at 3rd Street, then day mostly settled.  EARLY BED.  Wake tomorrow at friend’s hour, be done with running before the sun has a say in ANYTHING.