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.

3 miles after work drinks

3 miles after work. Watched some of the hockey league. Did a couple agility things and a few flights of stairs. Because fuck it, I made it out after work drinks at 10:15pm, I get to do what I want.

Easy enough. Stretched some too.

I love where I am

I love who I am

I will keep doing me

Also, I love V and fucking hate that no other leader has nearly the sense of responsibility or the knowledge on how it could help them have a better team. Also that anyone would sit on V’s tab and complain that no one else would pay their tabs.

It’s ridiculous hypocrisy.

It’s coming. I told myself I get to reap this year, but I also get to keep working. Z is the Iron, Y is the Half and Tri, X is every workout inbetween that.

Z is the Open Mic, Y is practice, X is art supplies and Ad

Z is travel. Y is the Iron, X is keep doing what you’re doing.

Compact Life/Swim

Hatha-Yoga