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
Headed out for a midnight run on Bayshore trail in Tampa Bay. 8 Miles
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
Nap Time: 0.00
Total Sleep Time: 0.00
Weight: 0.00
Calories: 0.00
Comments
From Jon on Tue, Jan 05, 2010 at 23:16:14 from 75.169.151.39
Is there any state you DON'T regularly fly to?
From Steve on Wed, Jan 06, 2010 at 14:27:14 from 72.165.228.4
Seems like I'm all over the place this winter. The worst part is when I'm in a cool city to run in and it's raining or something like Portland last night. I can't stand the treadmill
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