Day 10: The visitor (San Jose to Sacramento)

I felt recharged today. Two straight days of being able to sleep-in had me running a few laps around the hotel parking lot this morning .I followed it up by eating clean from a whole foods salad bar.

Got to the venue feeling energized.

"35 Years" reads the banner the headlining band puts up on stage each night. That's how long they've been at it. Whenever I catch myself wanting to complain about lack of rest I think of that banner. I take the longview.

My drummer puts it best, "I tell myself it's not how tired I was today that I'll remember." It's true. The body never forgets, but I'll deal with those receipts later.

"Come check this out," my friend Jason, the singer of the headliner, told me excited after the show.

He showed me the title of an upcoming album typed out on his phone. One that isn't even written yet."It finally came to me, now I can start."

35 years in, the same muse that he dropped out of highschool for still visits. Demands more blood. More sacrifices. We do this because we have to. If you deny the muse its' say, she'll haunt you.

Tired or not.