With my head not necessarily on straight these past days, I’m finding it easier to run in the mornings. Furthermore, due to the fact that the current gig is 47 miles from my house, in the worst traffic part of Metro Atlanta, I’ve forced myself to wake up at 6:30 a.m., instead of forfeiting any working out at all. And at least for the last three days, waking up at 6:30 has been less troublesome than when I awoke at 7 a.m. in order to run and do some working out prior to getting to whatever gigs want me there at 9:30-10.
Or maybe it’s the subconscious reminder of rejection that is unconsciously driving me to want to improve myself further again, starting with the physicality, and making running and lifting in the mornings less of a nuisance, and more of a motivation. Maybe it’s just the structured routine that I’m always aspiring to have that’s doing it. Either way, good for me, for exercising.
The work itself is easy, time-consuming, and in a way, therapeutic. I can more or less turn off my brain and mow through assignments like a weedwacker. Two freelancers were brought in to undertake this project, and I felt that it was unnecessary. Turns out that I was right, and that while I’m still here, the other guy was sent home. Not to toot my own horn, but I know I’d be an asset to any fucking company that just had the balls to actually hire me.
A cranberry vodka sounds like a fantastic way to end the day.