I felt a bit drowned. I was looking through my photos for two or three that I was asked to take part in an exhibition in the magazine. But it turns out that I have not yet resolved the issue with my malfunctioning hard disk, which contains all my work as a sports photojournalist.
(anguish)
On the other hand, a photostory I sent was censored.
(I took a breath and pedalled harder)
It's good for me to ride my bike, I think I'll go for a ride after I finish writing this.
I think even Strava felt my discomfort because it said in the data collection that I was riding at 115 km/h yesterday. Yeah girl, my mind has that problem, it speeds up.
When I described the activity on Strava I decided to call it Miracle Morning (Mañana Milagrosa), without realising this detail. In the evening fellow cyclists in the WhatsApp groups started joking about it and I saw it. They said that the national team would surely love to meet me.
Meanwhile, I was sloshing through all my folders looking for... almost drowning.
It would have been nice to see a flash on my screen. To be calm despite everything and send by e-mail anything (pictures) but to be at peace, convinced that in this liquid bed, the sun usually sleeps...
Life is hectic for everyone; however, she seems so quiet. I wonder what she was thinking?
I went to bed early. They stayed behind, fighting to break away from the group. Only one succeeded. At least, that's what I thought when I noticed the contrast between choppy waters and calm ones.
Number one fighting to come first...
A little closer.
I miss you days of swimming, biking, and racing. 😑
This is my entry for the #Monomad Challenge. Have a nice day.
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