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
On Saturday I cut my left Achilles pretty good in a boating accident which means I have a cast for a few weeks and some uncertainty about running for a while. Five days off though from running and it seems to be starting to heal pretty good.
