Maybe I should been counting down instead of counting up my days. I could then focus on how much time was left instead of how much has passed. Not that I suppose it matters. Since I started this blog it turns out I was using a faulty pedometer that was under representing the distances I ran and thus telling me my average speed was very slow indeed. I discovered this after my run on day 27 on a course of a known distance. It shouldn’t matter. I’ve been running what I’ve been running, regardless of what number(s) it is a assigned. And yet, I still feel as if the inaccuracy makes it for naught. This can work the other way in my faulty logic as well: if I don’t weigh myself there is no number so there is nothing to worry about.
I finished a full draft of the book review. Its 1,200 words too long. Or 150% more than they wanted in the first place. I think I know some cranky bits I’ll cut out, but I’m going to sleep on it. I waited until today to write up my notes because I wanted a weekend of distance to see the forest for the trees. I see a forest now, but I have a hunch a couple of my points are out of step with how others in the discipline see things. A conversation or two will help. I’m noticing is as a pattern in my writing process. It should stop surprising me.
The review will still be too long after my cuts. I’ll send it in regardless.