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
Ran while Natalie and Peighton rode mountain bikes. We did Crimson Trail. First run after a little break from running to focus on wake surfing with the kids.
Long run east of Vegas in the Mojave. 103 degrees today on a national weather system heat warning. I love getting in these heat training runs. Baked my brain.