I'm back in rhythm: yesterday, I restarted the step streak; today, as the temperatures have returned to the upper 20s, I got the chance to return to the streets in that 4 o'clock hour. While I wanted my 5-mile route, the ice hazards rerouted me to cut it in half. I spent too much time concentrating on my footpath! That said, I got to apply my newly acquired narrow walking ability from that 19" walking pad.

A little ice and snow can't stop me! It's even less than the stuff I walked daily over the John O'Connell Bridge in my commute in Sitka. (Contextually, I left for Alaska not even owning a coat. Picked that up en route with a stop at the Ketchikan Walmart.)

That said, I miss my pullover ice cleats. Once a staple, who needs that in Tennessee? I mean, I only slipped once today (crossing Memphis Arlington Rd).

I had a good morning of lifting. It has been a different year: I don't put much value from one Expedition to another (there have been so many), rather, I eagerly await the results of New Year's Eve. It's something I think about before my sets. I cannot say I think about it during each rep—I run around the house during each rest, piling clothes in the washer and deftly putting away dishes at that 3 AM hour. I do have time on my hands after all...technically?

As I look toward December 2024, my thoughts fall on that St. Jude's race. It has long been on my mind, whether watching my coworker run pass in 2003 as I fast inside Molly's La Casita...dreaming of that day in the 2010's...or shaking my head at its zombie outbreak policy in 2021 thereby inspiring me to create the Wolverine Cup Series.

What lies ahead for 46?