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
2 hour mid day run into New Castle Delaware. Very cool old town along the river.
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Comments
From Rob Murphy on Wed, Jun 18, 2014 at 20:22:43 from 75.100.219.196
When you start running again you REALLY start running again.
From Steve on Wed, Jun 18, 2014 at 20:29:44 from 107.0.237.20
Been thinking about you today, missing those trips to Rutgers. Tonight also, I was in New Castle Delaware with a friend for 8 of the miles. Old town with cobblestone roads, barbershops, Goodwill Fire department, Lions club playing horseshoes in the evening sun. Kind of town you'd fit right in to.
From Rob Murphy on Wed, Jun 18, 2014 at 21:23:02 from 75.100.219.196
Sounds like you stumbled into the 1950s.
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