I had no inspiration today for writing this report of the 198th ongoing running day. On the other hand i had strong memories and my senses were alert during the day and the time of my exercise.
I felt my sweat dripping like a water from my forehead to the nose and then on my t-shirt. I felt the opposite direction of the air to cut my steps and made me feel cold. I felt the pressure and the tiredness, the pain on my left foot because of the the accumulated fatigue. Then i experienced the magic moments of recovery and the visitor that you can see in the photo that came on me and forced me to move on for avoiding stepping on it.
Inspiration is not necessary, i am thinking. Running itself is an afflatus. It is the main source of inspiration.