I am one sleep away from running my twelfth half marathon here in Nashville. Strangely, I still don’t consider myself a “runner.” After the twelve weeks of training and the race is run, I quit running until training begins the following year… I don’t love running like “runners,” and that’s the disconnect. I love the project, mostly. Yes, the exercise makes me feel better/stronger in my body and mind, and I enjoy those effects, but I still don’t love the running. I have eaten massive amounts of carbs over the last two days, and though they were delicious, I’m ready for a juice cleanse or something… a steak? With the NFL Draft being staged downtown, drawing some 150-200,000 people, I am curious to see what Broadway looks like tomorrow morning at 6:00am. Luckily, the weather looks perfect for this experience… Heat will wreck a half marathon for me, more than rain, and it looks to be cool for the morning. The mental space for this sort of event is usually much more delicate than the physical arena, mirroring the nature of Life in general. It’s time for sleep now… the mind and body need rest.