mm been having terrible coughing fits at night, impacting both of our sleeping schedules, not aided by the cats, nocturnal i'm reminded. haven't had good sleep for a wk. but plus we've been busy.
next wk mm has a wk off from write around portland. well-earned and sure to be well-enjoyed. as for me, i realized i only have a couple more super long runs before the marathon. the training goes up and down you see. you'll do a 14 one wk, a 10 the next, a 16 the next, a 12 the next. this wknd is 12 and i'm tickled b/c that's a short one. funny the shift of perspective.
ran 3 mi this am. slept in till the latest possible moment and hence had to take maxwell w/ me. naturally, there were off-leash dogs everywhere. i'm sure if max was more controllable or better trained i'd have less of an issue w/ it but
it's a big frustration.
riding the bus to work this AM down Morrison. red light at 12th. The 70 crossed n bound. saw daniella sitting en route to work (i presume). two souls w/ film-y backgrounds transplanted from LA going to work at their non-film-y day jobs. what does it mean? maybe nothing but it felt like it should mean something. or could? the notion of success has been in the air this wk - pouring full self into work that is not acknowledged while lesser talents or those w/ baser aims find wide-scale approbation. random? godless? difficult to determine. the key is to endure.
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