Busy race around. Headed straight home after training last night and suddenly it was after midnight. Damn. Didn’t finish even half of what I wanted/needed to, including cleaning up the kitchen a bit before my friend and his mom arrive. The kitchen is full of bottles from jam night. Looks like a frat house. Have just been too busy.

Woke up and raced into work for my 9a, led to a 10a internal, then in the same place an 11a with a client, then a bday lunch for a coworker, and now I’m on my way to a 2p that I’m late for, followed by a 3:30p that’ll go to 4:30. I have a 5p meet up with two colleagues to talk about Epictetus, and then at 7p my friend and his mom are arriving to crash. I didn’t finish cleaning out the garbage in the kitchen and the place is far from ready for guests. Damn. Just not enough time.

It’s hazy and 85 out. Feels even hotter. It’s fucked up. It’s Oct. 4 and 85 out. Feels unhealthy, maybe even deadly. The whole city seems off today. I feel like smoking. I wish I had this weekend to myself.

But training last night was good. I went heavy and I could feel my muscles inflate, hungrily. By the time I was done I had probably lost a couple liters of water, and my veins were pulsing around my body, wrapping me with their intensities, reminding me who I am. Without training myself to exhaustion as often as I can, I would be dead a thousand times over already.