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
Can't recall dealing with so much weather. Nothing but rain or snow everywhere I go this winter. Wrecked havoc on my running. Worked out in the hotel at Cleveland for an hour and ran a treadmill as long as I could before going postal. Vegas tomorrow and it's forecasting solid rain.
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