Got sick last night â€“nausea. It must have been the fried catfish I ate for dinner, or perhaps gulping two glasses of white wine to quench my thirst, was the culprit. [The temperature reached 98 degrees today] I was OK walking this morning, but sluggish. I battled small hills all day while dodging trucks stuffed with farm produce as they sped along the shoulder less road. Gratefully, I completed 22 miles for the day. So, that is the definition of “plugging”. Push, or plug, along all day even if you feel like Hell.
Wednesday, September 5th, 2012