I’m in love with (distance slow) running. The only thing that made me gave up weekends with my family.
A few finds I collected on the way.
Meeting more ‘lantays’ on the way.
Just like love, I really do not know how to explain why I love distance running. =) It’s probably the mix of pain, unsureness and peacefulness that comes with it. (Emphasis on distance because I get bored with running around the subdivision — too monotonous.)
will end here before I go on preaching that running will solve all our problems. Thanks to markjohn for agreeing to babysitting alone on weekends.