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
7 miles in Chicago this morning in blowing snow. 7 miles tonight in the setting sun in Cabo San Lucas. Perfect night for a run. I'm getting up early to watch parts of the Cabo Ford Ironman tomorrow morning and then getting in a good afternoon run on the trails of the Sierra de Laguna range.
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