Were I a runner, this sort of effort would have in me on the ground, cramped and retching.
But I am a writer. I sit at my desk, pick at the keys, stare across the room and mutter to myself.
Just my way of saying: Hope you enjoy some of my thoughts — and some of the well-tenderized thoughts of others — about our dear San Antonio River.
Plenty of slideshows and liquid symbolism for all. Check in with San Antonio returns to its ailing Yanaguana.