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
Took the girls on a surfing road trip down into Mexico for a week. Good time for one of these since I'm not supposed to run for three weeks.
Ankle is healing up much faster than they said it would. I ran two miles easy on the beach this morning and it really didn't bother me. Pulling stitches tomorrow.
