Marathon

So, while I was at the Louvre, I grabbed this shot of a statue of Marathon









Dying his last breath after traveling, presumably sprinting, 26.2 miles from Mount Olympus to Athens, I believe it was. Here he is, handing over the message, his precious cargo.

And this is what I am going to do tomorrow. What once was a deadly mission is now a cultural pastime. I find this amusing, yet somehow profound. More on this later. For now, I am going to feed myself, massage my feet, and put myself to bed.

Looking forward to the morning.