Practicing the art of publishing and relentless Optimism against the INEVITABLE flow of time and my own self consciousness by not taking it too seriously.

New York.

10 Miles and Fighting Death

10 miles, in the cold wind, around the park and down Columbia to Red Hook, crossing around Hicks to Henry and back.

What a run. It was cold and I warmed up into it after about 2 miles. I kept a moderate pace for me, having excellent form. I felt light, in control, great oxygen, little fatigue. I felt so good I kept running down Columbia, both confident in my ability to navigate back and to keep a good pace.

Gets dark real early. I was out by 4:40, it was lights out by 5:30/6

I had a moment of thought, where I was wondering why I kept running, if I was good on the distance, and didn’t need to push further. But I did. I had two good sprints, really great hips and leg speed, and I had this feeling of elation, running without fear of death or failure or collapse, just full out sprinting. Not that I wouldn’t collapse or die, but I wouldn’t be afraid of it happening.

Also, I need to be kinder to myself, but in the moments that I am focusing, I want to be better focused.

I’m joyful to be alive.

I want to make good gifts, excited about the open mic.

If I can go forward with all my efforts, I will be successful. I’ve proven that to myself over and over again.

I can die, even if I don’t want to die, fully proud of the person I’ve become. Lots of meeting my potential, it’s just the work now. And If I can find something to commit my life to, I will no longer fear the reaper.

Great run! Lift tomorrow! all good

Weight Up

Swimming my way back