Gonna Fly Now

So this morning I ran about 5 miles up hill - from my apartment to Ten Thousand Waves. It was a huge achievement - the most I've ever run and one of the greater athletic accomplishments of my life. I made arrangements such that I would have a ride if I could not complete the course. But I did. Once I made it onto Hyde Park Road, I decided that I would just continue. I took about 5 - 6 minutes worth of walking breaks in the middle - most notably for a big chunk of the steep hill at the beginning of Gonzales Road. Counting these breaks, I ran for a total of about 70 minutes. This is really something I would never imagine I could accomplish. And certainly 10k Waves was the perfect place to be afterward. I don't think I will be nearly as sore as I would be if I hadn't gone.

Interestingly, I don't feel all that elated. It felt so normal to me. I think that can be a good thing. My desire for ecstatic enthusiasm is looking more and more insane to me. I can do something good and simply feel good about it. Doesn't that make sense?

I do feel a lot about Penelope. A day and night spent together yesterday (and this morning) - things are going deeper and deeper, and I don't want the process to stop.

I want to note that so much was not done tonight, because I was simply physically tired. My only wish for myself is that I could have done a little bit more to prepare for going to bed a lot earlier. But this is okay. I am glad I can sit here and observe.

With that, to zazen and bed.

Good night, all.