Early morning shake-out jog.
Hard green mangos hanging from a tree in our prison warden’s yard.
(Prison? Yep, we’re in the middle of a serious amount of barbed wire.)
Hissing in our direction from the security booth when we go investigate.
(Hissing? Yes, hissing.)
Funny how a lot of barbed wire can make you feel scared, how shields reinforce the fear that installed them.
This would be very near paradise…
…if “breeze” didn’t mean a headwind.
…if balmy nights weren’t pre-competition sleeps.
…if I wasn’t on a quest to PB!
Beautiful crazy jungle.