I’m less sad, more cranky today. It’s a good sign. It means I’m feisty inside. I turned in some stuff for my project last night and have another deadline on Friday. I wish I could get this thing squared and the contract signed so I can tell you what it is I’m working on. I feel like a secret spy or something. I just figure if the contract doesn’t happen, it’s easier to just let it wash away than to have to talk about it. But I’m already talking about it. Anyway….
I ran last night. I ran around the panhandle and into the park to the new De Young Museum. It’s supposed to open in October. That’s exciting. It felt good to run. And after going a few days with this cloud over my head, it kinda felt like I was running for the first time in a long time. After a couple miles I said to myself “So, this is why I like to run.” It feels good, like my body is working like a well tuned machine. I imagined what it would feel like if I kept it up for months and months. So, I better be damn good to my body and not push it. I don’t want to finish my marathon just to find that my knee is shot. I will go as slow as I need to.
Ok, back to work.