(From Saturday, 25 July 2009)
Another morning of mileage behind me. For a full hour I had the trail to myself. Well, mostly besides the deer that scared the living scat out of me. Just coming over a hill to watch the sun rise over the horizon continues to remind me why I enjoy being on the trial. The solitude can be scary at times, but the sound of my foot falls has mind numbing qualities that nothing else can compare to. Tomorrow I have my mind set for a three hour run. Here's to getting up early, packing the ol' Camel with water and some trail mix, and hitting the dirt.
The juggling of life, family, and the general outpouring of a runner's sole (roll on snare).
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