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Running. With Nature.

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6:15 am. I finish up my blog posts.  Finish bantering with Mimi.  I pan through the Weather app on my iPhone for a temperature report on my set locations: Miami 61 F/78 F.  Sunny.  Sydney 67/81.  San Diego 54/65.  Home: 29 F/41 F.  (Brrrrrrr.  I shiver.  Do I really want to do this?  Maybe I should wait until later this afternoon when temps climb.  Come on.  Who are you kidding?  If it doesn’t happen RIGHT NOW, it’s not going to happen pal…you know that.)

6:20 am: I put on sweatpants, sweatshirt and grab baseball cap.  (Mind is chattering… should I drape myself in layers…thermal underwear and thermal undershirt…and Tuke/Beanie.  Are you kidding?  A mere 29°.  A Canadian, last time I checked. Man-up.)

6:24 am: Grab headphones, iPhone and Garmin GPS watch. (Notice that I have 1 bar of power left on Garmin and 2 bars on iPhone.  Irritated. Irritating.  Hundreds of dollars of e-equipment and they can’t hold a charge for more than a few hours.  Yep, good one – Gadget Man is blaming battery life.  Be grateful.  Thanksgiving.  Day of Sabbath.  And I’m sniping.) Continue reading “Running. With Nature.” →

Running. With Guilt.

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guilty, guilt, remorse, black and white, illustration4:05 am. And STILL, no cable, no phones, no internet.(Morning routine disrupted. Motivation waning. Out of bed. But out of sync. Ranging somewhere between live fish in boat flopping around the deck to full Train derailment.)  

4:07 am.  Begin surfing internet on iPad.  (Wondered what I used to do at 4am in the “old days.”  B.I.  Before internet.  I don’t even remember.  Ah, yes.  I used to read.  Like books.  Real Reading has plummeted. Guilt washes over me.) 

4:15 am.  Still reading and surfing.  Mostly surfing.  (Mind shifts to AT&T 3g – confident that their gouge meter is running.  I’m watching cute cat and dog videos while AT&T is performing alchemy – turning my minutes into cash.)

4:22 am.  I hit publish on my work-out inspiration post.   I look out the window.  Black as coal.  Touch window.  Feels cold on finger tips.  (Shut-er-down. Enough alchemy feed stock for AT&T.  Mind shifts to Running in the cold and in the dark.  Hmmmmm.  I grab my Grandma’s hand-knitted quilt and fall heavily into the couch.  Now, there’s inspiration for you.)

7:00 am.  Conscience wakes me.  I need to exercise NOW or this will never happen. (Mr. Work-Out Inspiration Man needs inspiration.)

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