is narrative maze.
Non inked verse.
Know your steps and know
Parking lot above the police station, suggested by a police officer just a second ago when I pulled up beside him, barely able to speak from the effects of the cold or whatever I have.
More than awake and ready to dominate and control this race. Will get coffee somewhere in Santa Cruz not Capitola when fine.
Will start walking down street and toward start in a bit. Right at 6….
Good thing I double checked. Was in wrong spot. I thought it started in Santa Cruz not Capitola. So here I am. Saw coffee spot driving in. Boardwalk in front of me, some rides, lights, those pointed rooftops you’d see at an amusement park.
5:59. Leaving car. Get bib, then walk around. Hope they have somewhere for my keys. Hope. Should have bought one of those belts, precisely for keeping your car key. Mom’s right as always, as she said the other day– I need be better prepped.
Just saw two women runner walk by.
In the rain is just what’s needed for sense and story, something new, some renewed and due truth.
And for the rest of the day, I’m singing……
Done with dinner, kids in bed and me not far behind.
No wine. Waking at 4 or before. Running at gym. Was going to do a “Garmin run”, running on the street for however many miles I wanted to put up, but I just don’t enjoy running when it’s dark.
So without excess analysis, speed work on belt. Hoping for ten. I’d settle for 8 or 9.
Tired, to bed early.
In the morning, new intensity for tuning lifts off.
Starting day earlier than you have in a while. Coffee cold, just as you knew it would be.
Time for shower.
Budget money for day.
Start the day.
Let it get you closer to IT.
Bring There, here.