10 Miler by the Sea

Ran a rather uneventful but very picturesque 16km this morning along the Gaspe shore. It wasn't as interesting as exploring trails in amongst the mountains, but the views were spectacular. At the halfway mark I just stood for a few minutes and stared out at the Atlantic and wondered why in the hell I am living in Toronto. I even thought I saw a couple of whales cresting the surface to breathe way out in the water, but maybe that was just the tears in my eyes.

Mental note: must retire by an Ocean.

Anyway, my heal hurts and I am worried, but such is life. Here's to healing! I'm now one month less a day away from my first marathon attempt.