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
8 freakin freezin miles south of Denver airport in the morning, slow with 10 strides. Still feeling that long run from last week.
8 miles 7 pace Denver trails late evening
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
Nap Time: 0.00
Total Sleep Time: 0.00
Weight: 0.00
Calories: 0.00
Comments
From Burt on Wed, Dec 16, 2009 at 11:44:59 from 12.231.112.98
Great miles. Welcome to the blog.
From Paul on Wed, Dec 16, 2009 at 13:01:35 from 76.27.122.123
Welcome to the blog!
From Stephen on Wed, Dec 16, 2009 at 13:06:33 from 66.250.49.187
Thanks! Now let's see how long it takes me to figure out how to use this thing..
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