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 Walter on Wed, Oct 16, 2013 at 17:36:50 from 97.49.151.150
I ended up going to your neck of the woods Sunday. You are always making it difficult to spy on your training.
From Steve on Wed, Oct 16, 2013 at 19:59:00 from 66.87.113.224
My training for the next three weeks is simple, only one Hostess per day. I'm going to have to figure out something for breakfast now.
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