I’ve learned that if I start to feel sick on the run, I won’t feel good for the rest of the day, so I’m quite a wimp about it once I get hot. So at 2.5 miles or a little more, I decided to walk. It took a while for the nausea to abate so I just went slower and slower… started taking pictures and enjoying the day.
Then, just to remind me of what I wasn’t, I saw this guy just heading out.
Here are the pictures that captured my soul as I traversed a well known route but at a much slower pace. The miracles are always there.
