It was a beautiful morning and being on the heels of winter it was brisk no doubt. Nonetheless, it was a perfect morning for a long over-due leisurely run. Swaddled in a few layers of brace-yourself-for-the-cold clothing I took in a long deep breath and headed out in a slow sprint. By the time I came into the home stretch I was feeling pretty good about my run after finishing with a surprisingly strong stride. Continue reading
The Worn Threads of a Journey
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