The training for my 100 km solo extravaganza is wearing on me. I have been so tuckered the last few days I feel like my eyes might just bounce from their sockets into the murky Willamette River and onto the back of a glistening fish. We could trade eyes, the fish and I. The fish's eyes could sit and watch digital figures zip across bright screens and mine could float and bob inside chilled waves. Watch with your eyes what my fish eyes see