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
6 easy miles in Denver before work. Very sore legs from yesterday. Really wished I was running in Alb., NM today...
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
Nap Time: 0.00
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Weight: 0.00
Calories: 0.00
Comments
From Rob Murphy on Mon, Mar 07, 2011 at 14:39:35 from 205.127.70.66
Bring back the skiing picture!
From Ben VanBeekum on Mon, Mar 07, 2011 at 15:14:18 from 67.169.246.116
Ya this picture is a little creepy!!! You have that crazy look in your eye!! I like the skiing picture better!!
From Steve on Mon, Mar 07, 2011 at 15:55:46 from 64.198.30.253
That's awesome! :-)
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