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
Finally getting through this flu. Maybe a run in tomorrow if I have the energy.
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 Mon, Feb 13, 2012 at 23:03:30 from 76.27.122.13
Man, this thing really kicked your butt. I'm glad your a little better.
From Rob Murphy on Tue, Feb 14, 2012 at 23:32:51 from 76.27.122.13
Ann wants to know if you want some chicken noodle soup.
From Steve on Wed, Feb 15, 2012 at 23:04:30 from 12.229.184.2
I need someone to come over here with a baseball bat and end it all
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