I started Black Saturday with a 6AM run. I pushed myself harder this time, helping me finish 5 minutes earlier than my previous run. I felt so good. Spent, but good. In the afternoon, I huffed and puffed as I climbed the hill of Caleruega toward the Tent Chapel of Transfiguration. The sky was getting darker with every step, and a slight drizzle began to … Continue reading Black Saturday miracles