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
Snow shoe running along the Wellsvilles today. This distance took over three hours. Running in snow shoes is kind of like tying 10 lb bags of flour on your shoes and running in 8 inches of mashed potatoes for hours.
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Comments
From steve ash on Fri, Jan 24, 2014 at 14:55:49 from 174.52.100.252
Wow.. I have to hand it to you man.. You definitely know how to live life! Makes me envious at times:)
Are you coming to the Winter Series tomorrow? With the training you have done you could definitely rock in the masters cat.
From SpencerSimpson on Fri, Jan 24, 2014 at 15:45:19 from 63.82.19.2
perfect description of snow shoes Steve!. You are gonna feel that tomorrow.
From Steve on Fri, Jan 24, 2014 at 16:12:02 from 66.87.112.102
Yeah I'll probably show up, we are hanging with the Murphys. I'll get killed. I haven't done anything resembling road training and I'm just starting to get in shape.
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