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 miles morning @ 7 min pace out on the plains in Denver, Co. 8 miles evening Fartlek with friends
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
Nap Time: 0.00
Total Sleep Time: 0.00
Weight: 0.00
Calories: 0.00
Comments
From Nan Kennard on Tue, Dec 15, 2009 at 21:16:50 from 174.51.250.151
Thats a solid day of running! Welcome to the blog. You are just visiting Denver I assume?
From Stephen on Thu, Dec 17, 2009 at 14:17:19 from 12.198.166.130
Back and frth with work.
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