Soon, I’ll be on the road…

This is the last self-portrait I took when I was on a short road trip, the one that resulted in the second of the three Alice Assassin shoots.

That was… a little while ago. And long term travel was even further back.

I’ll be back on the road in eleven days. In less than nine days, I’ll be with 25,000 of my closest friends, running the LA Marathon.

Here in the taper, which starts basically today, I’m reminding myself to breathe and praying I don’t bonk come Race Day.

It’s not easy. I’m doing it, but oh, the brain weasels want to just run merry havoc. And at the same time, the strange calm is starting to show up as it gets closer. The one where all the anxiety just vanishes, because… There’s no more time to panic. I’ll run the race. I’ll finish however I finish. I’ll get in the car after that and drive to Arizona. I will take my weight in pictures.

And then I’ll come home.

Those are the only things I know in certainty about the next few weeks.

Which leaves a lot of room for the numinous.

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