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
Humid run in Jersey. I start the second stage of more intensive antibiotics tomorrow for Lyme. First two weeks kind of sucked, the next four are probably going to be worse. I'm going to stick with the long slow running through all this. It's still fun and doesn't seem to be crashing me like speed work or tempos do.
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Comments
From Quintus Cassadamius on Tue, Aug 12, 2014 at 18:09:13 from 24.10.247.181
Wail on brother. Wail on!
From Steve on Wed, Aug 13, 2014 at 20:19:35 from 107.0.237.20
I complain with the best of them!
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