Decided that coming off of a five day weekend was as good a day as any to get serious about training for the half-marathon in January I signed up for.  Some random brain spillage prompted by actually answering the alarm at 5:30am:

  • This may have been the first time I’ve ever run (well jogged) through my neighborhood in the morning and it’s kinda neat seeing the area just waking up in the morning. In my head it’s like being behind the scenes just before a big stage production. I expect it will only get busier once the school year starts back up again. We’ll see if I still feel like the magic is there when I’m jogging around surly tweens waiting for the bus.
  • Did manage a 12 minute mile without extreme agony. I couldn’t maintain the pace, but I think I’m going to start using Tuesdays to work on upping my speed as much as I can at this age, and Thursdays will be about sustaining the rate over distance. We’ll see how that goes.
  • Tangentially related to the above: I think I will always be more tolerant of yappy little children more than yappy little dogs. Some mini terrier tied up in the front yard kept barking at me and I wanted to get in touch with my inner Chris Kluwe and drop back for a punt.
  • I’m a creature of habit and they’re mostly bad ones. That needs to change in a big way. My house is a mess, my head at times more so. I’ve been taking steps to fix the head for the last few years now and I do feel like I’ve made a lot of progress.  But there’s a long way to go with all of it.

Which is why I also felt a need to post something up here just to say I wrote something.  I’ve had a half-dozen different posts I’ve tried to write to get back on the wagon and every time I’ve hated every last word and thought it stupid and left in drafts until I signed in to get rid of spam and deleted the post along with it.  That is not terribly conducive to clear thoughts, or good writing habits.

It needs to stop.

However as part of the whole “getting my head right” thing, I imagine there’s going to be some emotional purging going on here.  If you can’t handle that, no offense taken to those who stop reading.  My concern for who reads this thing is something I’ve got to get past anyway. I don’t need to do this for an audience. If I wanted one, I can get a half-dozen people into the pub and hold court just about any day of the week.

It’s time to stop being afraid and start getting back to being me again.  I miss that.

More later. Don’t mind the dust around here, it’ll get cleaned up in time.

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