Now that my galavanting about the Eastern seabord has come to a temporary pause, I find myself in a decent daily rhythm. Touch wood.
I've been listening to some sweet leftist cuban music:
Among other latin grooves:
Playing guitar as often as possible;
Working 25-35 hours per week;
and running for around 90 minutes every day.
I type this with extreme caution lest I should jinx myself and be condemned to another four-month form slump, but I feel good. The hamstrings have softened their chiding groans, and the uphills have been more welcoming. I've been able to recover while climbing and use a variety of paces that have not been available to me for much too long. I still have a minor ankle issue that must be managed, but it is improving.
Here's to a positive final month of the holidays.