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
Easy long run in Grand Rapids. Cold as &%$#. About 8 min pace
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
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Comments
From Rob Murphy on Thu, Mar 14, 2013 at 13:39:46 from 163.248.33.220
Who's that round man in the picture?
From Steve on Thu, Mar 14, 2013 at 17:07:00 from 63.156.62.121
A wild man of the West
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