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
Kids back at mom's and off for a nice hot Orlando run. This week was kind of a bust for training. If I ever figure out how to be a marathoner and a full time parent I will have the secret of life.
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
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Comments
From The Warbeast on Sat, Jun 06, 2015 at 18:03:43 from 64.255.92.56
wow. deep
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