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
I ended up working today which just makes the whole week hard. I hate working Sundays. Makes me wonder sometimes why I picked this as a profession.
Eventually I also need to decide if I am going to do some real training this winter. :-)
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Comments
From steve ash on Sun, Jan 15, 2012 at 16:26:34 from 24.10.169.210
Steve, Could you possibly elaborate a bit? Are you going to rip up the circuit again this year?
From Steve on Sun, Jan 15, 2012 at 19:01:06 from 66.87.75.85
My dumb "smart" phone let's me enter distances, but not any description, so I usually catch up what I did each day when I get around to sitting on the computer. If I don't at least put my mileage in I forget entirely what I did. I've been meaning to ask Sasha what's up with that. Funny thing is, I can respond to any comments.
I'm not sure about the circuit. It seems to have lost support, plus I'm kind of enjoying just running with no real training purpose. I'm pretty out of shape!
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