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
Headed out for a run in Indianapolis. 3 miles in the morning and a 4 mile run in the afternoon. The ankle felt good so its time to get running.
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 Mon, Jul 19, 2010 at 20:33:19 from 76.27.120.29
Steve, I think I'll be joining you Saturday morning.I'm not sure how much speed is in these legs after a month off, but hey, it's Deseret News - I'll just let gravity do the work.
From Steve on Mon, Jul 19, 2010 at 20:37:36 from 198.60.8.33
Sweet! I think it will be an entertaining race for me as well..
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