This was the view of my world, an hour before the start of 30 June. Dark, quite, not much moon. Alone. Many people, I suspect, fear darkness because of the great unknown. I have come to embrace it, for all the potential it holds. It’s fitting, then, that this was my image heading into 30 June.
New photo, for my birthday.
I have no idea what is going on with my server. Or my feet, for that matter.
5 days, 4 runs, 30 miles. My soles are like alligator skin. I managed to get a blister on the arch of my foot. My pi?ce de r?sistance is a blister on a blister, on a blister that has now popped. But these aren’t complaints; this is my reality. I’m a runner, and these things won’t stop me.
I find great irony with this — water collecting dust. Partially because I’m in Iraq, and partially because there’s a drought on.