Thirty-seven minutes, Monday night, Alice Glass in the headphones. Indoor again. No distance, no route, just time and volume. “Forgiveness” came on first — which is a hell of a way to start a workout. Then Urbangarde’s yeule remix, which sounds exactly like the inside of a brain that won’t sit still. Closed it out with MXMS doing “Timebomb,” which…
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A third of a mile in twenty-four minutes. That’s not a walk, that’s barely leaving your chair. Lunch break math: stand up, go outside, exist in sunlight for a few minutes, come back. Saturday in early March. Probably warm already because it’s Pensacola and March barely qualifies as winter here. The pace — if you can call seventy-three minutes per…
Continue transmissionSeventy-seven minutes. Over an hour of indoor work on a Tuesday night, no distance tracked, nothing to show for it except the fact that I did it. March now. Three days after the last one. Same format — just time and a body and whatever I could make happen in the space I had. An hour and seventeen minutes is…
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