Crowlep's Talking

I ran for 12 minutes yesterday, at 10 minutes per mile per the old treadmill.

Getting myself back into the routine of running has been really rewarding, as has getting into the process and routine of writing fiction on a regular basis has been great. Both are restorative, and both help excise things that I do not frankly love. Interestingly, to me, they also seem to give me excuses to behave the way I want to.

I can have a beer with dinner tonight, because I went for a run.

I can re-watch all of the original Magnum, p.i. series, because I wrote 1k words.

In the meantime, I’m going work on figuring out what I want this post to be, exactly. You all be cool.