Smell the dirt, feel the mountain, taste the wind.
Personal:
"Our legs are tight, our feet are flying, and we are gliding over the roll of the land. The sun is up, the air is fresh, the stone is old, and we are free and at peace. The clock has stopped because another time has taken over." C. Bowden
From Rob Murphy on Thu, May 26, 2011 at 23:07:52 from 24.10.248.6
I'll bet that woman to your right destroyed you in the end with her kick.
From Steve on Fri, May 27, 2011 at 09:53:54 from 68.30.249.35
Love it! I was waiting for someone to comment on that picture. I think it was the only time I was actually running in those last 6 miles. I know how to pick my competition..
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