At the crest of the last hill, the lights of cars on the highway tell me another night run is over. The sounds of my last few steps are drowned by the hiss and whine of tires on wet asphalt. I pause at the last turn to look back—some nights I feel like I have left something out there, never quite feeling what it is or if leaving it was intentional. Tomorrow is another day, and I will go back to make sure it is still there.”
—John Morelock, Run Gently Out There
Source: Honoring the Life and Writings of John Morelock | Trail Runner Magazine
70 degrees and sunny in February! Had to take advantage of it and go for a run with my friend Kurt. 6 miles of dirt and trees and rocks and sunshine is good for the soul.
My longest week is going to be a tough one. Last year most of months were just over 50 miles. This will be an interesting 18 weeks.
10x starting with 6 mph and increasing by .5 each time until the end. Maybe I started at 6.5, because I stopped at 11mph
I used to be paranoid that what I published would negatively impact my life. That somehow, I might write or share something that could be used against me in one way or another. Like my random thoughts really mattered to work people.
It has taken me a while to come to the realization, it doesn’t matter. Not really anyway. I think I let my brain and self-consciousness get the best of me. I’m not that important, at least not today.
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