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 Christie on Wed, Dec 18, 2013 at 18:51:51 from 66.111.126.9
a swim!? yeehaw! :)
From Steve on Wed, Dec 18, 2013 at 22:39:39 from 66.87.113.23
Every now and then I get one in. :-)
Just making sure I don't forget how.
From Christie on Thu, Dec 19, 2013 at 06:17:52 from 74.213.202.246
Whatever Steve. I'll bet you are swimming and biking like a madman to outrace me at StG 70.3 :)
From Steve on Thu, Dec 19, 2013 at 10:09:04 from 66.87.126.181
I'd love to get back into triathlons. It's been five years since my last one. Times have changed though, I'd get schooled.
Most certainly by you. :-)
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