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
Off day. But I did dig 375 feet of trenches in my yard with a pickax for a sprinkler system. That took 5.5 hours and FELT like a marathon.
Night Sleep Time: 0.00
Nap Time: 0.00
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Weight: 0.00
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Comments
From Kam on Fri, May 24, 2013 at 14:56:10 from 68.66.163.179
I bet your hands are thrashed. Hand trenching is worse than any marathon, especially that quantity.
From Steve on Sun, May 26, 2013 at 09:37:11 from 66.87.112.62
I'm still sore three days later...
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