An hour on the floor

Slept flat. Whole night. Flat.

Ran the Beltline trail end to end.

Carried both bags up in one go. Small thing. Wrote it down.

Sat on the floor and played for an hour, and then got up. That was the entire reason I started, and I have now done it.

Full shift on my feet and my knees did not stop me. That has not happened in about four years.

Same time next week.