25

According to my running schedule I’m almost at the end of the 5^th week. I ran for 25’ today, and the absence of my running partner and my 3 day break made my training much harder than I expected.

I was running on a dirt road at some village and I could see the sea and smell sage and raw figs in the air. I thought I should take some pictures next time.

After the first 6 minutes I started thinking, why am I doing this, what’s the point? I feel like shit, I’m not solving anything, I might get injured and not run anyway half a marathon, anyway... Some craws were flying above me as if they were waiting for me to fall.

After 20’ I think I got what they call “runner’s high” and I started running for the next five minutes as if my life depended on it, listening to “Kalashnikov” by Goran Bregovic.

and the sun beat down on my head while

a dragonfly admonished my flippancy

but a blue and yellow butterfly sat on my knee