Walked Cacio tonight with a microphone clipped to my cap, talking to myself while walking around the neighborhood. Surprisingly few funny looks, but maybe we’re all used to seeing folks do stuff like this now. I wouldn’t have looked twice in London or New York, but it’s way less common in the Bay Area. It was sort of nice, actually, thinking out loud.

I’ll go for a run tomorrow and do the same thing. I’m mostly going to record my runs around the marina or in the hills, but I want to get some practice controlling my pace and my breath, so I’ll continue to give the neighbors a spectacle until I can get out for a good run. No idea where this project is going to go, really, but I’m drawn to it and I’ve learned to just follow that feeling when it comes up. It doesn’t stick around for long.

I love running, and I stepped away from it for so long. I’m glad to be reconnecting with it, and to find new ways to connect with it even more. To connect with the world more and to connect it with other things that I love. I’ve been struggling to find things to write about, but maybe I could write about this. Maybe there’s a story here worth telling, if not now then someday. It doesn’t matter too much—moving your body is good; writing is good. It could go somewhere, it could not. What will be will be, etc.