When I am not writing Tarmac Meditations for Life as a Human I am a race photographer who loves to shoot ultras and a writer who likes to write about shooting images, photography and running; that is when I am not wandering around in a dream state about the Great American Novel.

I woke up groggy from yesterday’s migraine. I was going to meet the group at 5:30 for a run. Didn’t happen. Opened up my computer and began to wander and wonder and watch as the time went away.

“How are you feeling Michael?”, says Mr. FaceBook.

A writer needs to find the words … where ever they may be hiding.

It was cold yesterday … but for a few minutes I wasn’t sixty something and overweight / under-trained, sleep deprived, anxious and filled with a sense of wariness; for a moment I was present with myself!