Fortuitous Intervention
Joe Jacobi
1712

You certainly did a fortuitous intervention for me. Thursday night my kids transfer from my house to my ex’s. Thursday. Ignite is usually the worst night of my week.

Lots of pressure mounting, lots of things breaking and to fix. Friends are far in between, particularly good ones.

You are right, even if hail and gales are blowing or seem to, it remains a matter of consciously making one step after the other. Checking the fundamentals of your throws, the mechanics of your run. Once the path is checked and double checked there is no decision to make, there is only execution. Execution doesn’t mean not smelling the roses (it might if you are trying to make a good time on a 400 flat), hugging your friends or other people in need of humanity.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

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