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
Got into Fort Lauderdale in the evening and headed out along the intercoastal to find the trailhead for the North Everglades trail that I want to catch tomorrow for a long run. It's 83 degrees here, which feels nuts since I left Denver this afternoon with a foot of snow. Pretty sore from yesterday's workout, the first good paced run in a while.
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
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