I woke up very early without any alarm. It was 5:35am. I felt well recovered, but my right leg is still damaged. I won't run today. I am starting to accept it, although this makes me very sad.
I went to ride my bike a little bit in the forest. It was cool there. I have a broken spoke. I managed to get it out, measure it and order a new one. Next week I will assemble it. If I am able to make it work, maybe I will order and assemble my first wheels. This could be my summer challenge.
I read another short story from "Cathedral". I love how this author writes. This is exactly how I think.