Another copper sand beach in the wilderness of Pukaskwa. What caught my eye was the way the rocky outcrop resurfaced as it fell into the water, the rhythm of the shoreline seemed to echo the rhythm of the water.
I’ve never run a marathon but I’ve read many accounts by runners who have. Nearly all of them talk about the mental challenge of it: staying focused and calm, especially in miles 23 and 24 when the end seems so far away and the pain in your body is overwhelming. 193 more words