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
11 recovery miles in the evening before flying out the redeye from Fairbanks. I am totally dead tired from the last few days.
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
Nap Time: 0.00
Total Sleep Time: 0.00
Weight: 0.00
Calories: 0.00
Comments
From Rob Murphy on Fri, Jun 03, 2011 at 00:38:43 from 24.10.248.6
You have a strange idea of recovery - an 11 mile run. I'm thinking an evening on the couch with a cold beer and a plate of nachos. Now THAT'S recovery!
From Steve on Fri, Jun 03, 2011 at 10:58:27 from 76.27.106.132
I was sooo slow
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