Day 2
It’s 5:20am. I’m out here again. Third half-marathon this week. Kilometer 3.27. The cool air is sharp on my skin, but it feels good — a kind of cleansing. I left without a backpack today. No water bottle. Just the road, my legs, and trust in the few fountains along the path. One was at kilometer 2. The next? Maybe at 12. Maybe at 15. Doesn’t matter — I’m committed. My body’s adapting. Faster than I expected. Yesterday my ass was sore from the start. Today? Just a few familiar aches, but nothing I can’t handle. I feel strong. No […]