Escape

After a hard week’s work, it is good to find an escape; the canine friends preferred to dig a nest on the mud land and curled up into it, but I preferred a 21-km Penang Bridge Run, if not a full marathon, on last Sunday, at 3:30am.

 

While torturing endurance and searching the full meaning of limit, it was beyond capacity to carry a DSLR on shoulder, though photography is akin to my breathing.

 

So curling into a ball is well shared, but not the pictures of me whose muscle cramped after three hours of "raw" experience, on running, and kept running.