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
Tag: training
There is valuable stuff inside of me. Strong stuff too. The kind of stuff that could run up Grandfather Mountain or Sunset Mountain or Jones […] Read More
The mist hung heavy on Sunset Mountain this morning. Their tendrils drew me up the mountain on ribbon of wet pavement. Tallulah and my Sweet […] Read More