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
Ran in the fog in Atlanta and lifted for an hour at the hotel gym. Yawn
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 Tue, Nov 03, 2015 at 17:50:31 from 24.10.247.181
That's f*#!in EPIC bro!
From Steve on Wed, Nov 04, 2015 at 20:37:01 from 12.251.244.54
Yeah. It was.
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