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
From Rob Murphy on Sun, Aug 04, 2013 at 20:55:35 from 72.161.121.94
Steve Anderson!
How ya doing?
From Steve on Tue, Aug 06, 2013 at 09:03:22 from 66.87.112.73
I'm surviving! Busy summer and just balancing out how much to run and not make the knee worse.
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