Oh dear, after my Project M. I took a little break from running, and I also took a little break from eating – my spring fasting. Both led to my shape plummeting – I feel as if I had never ran before. Well, this means going back to walking pauses, which drive me a little nuts, mentally, but which I obviously cannot avoid, mentally.
Today I tested a new course, at least, even if it felt a little uncomfortable due to too little people. But it was green (not guaranteed in Frankfurt). Finally, it ended a little abrupt in an industrial district, among railway tracks, heavy metal machinery and heaps of scrap materials. You can imagine a slight frustration creeping in.
But then a nice surprise came my way: I just escaped the cul-de-sac of the industrial area when I came across a wild cherry tree, heavy with tiny black juicy fruit. Wow, I changed my mind today, because as a kid I hated sour cherries, and from today on I know better. These were the best I ever ate (maybe a tiny little bit influenced by how and when I found them).
Who needs long distance running if she can have wild cherries?
(See the color of my fingers and thumb?)
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