My stride was somewhere along Bent Creek Road between the Arboretum and the turn-off to the Hard Times Trailhead. I don’t know how it got […] Read More
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The sweet warm earthy smell of cattle manure may seem an odd reward at the end of a long run. For a person training to […] Read More
It takes an hour in the mornings. No matter what I tell myself, it takes an hour. That means if I wake up or — […] Read More
So, yesterday it seemed like such a good idea. I was all giddy with the possibilities, and I went with it. You know how this […] Read More