tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18330500.post8353747133125386176..comments2024-03-12T10:15:07.995-05:00Comments on What's Up With The Wheelers: Full on the Trail for the Red Mountain HalfUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18330500.post-55176165045741750872013-05-04T06:47:16.991-05:002013-05-04T06:47:16.991-05:00Way to get out there and endure! I just signed up ...Way to get out there and endure! I just signed up for a half in June with some hills, and wish I'd been able to race more in the last months. Benhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15827614085758865632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18330500.post-54457857390665021272013-05-01T12:04:29.225-05:002013-05-01T12:04:29.225-05:00Congratulations, Kara! I may have heard you were ...Congratulations, Kara! I may have heard you were running that, but if so, totally forgot with everything else that was going on. You are an awesome example of setting goals and working towards them, even if it seems difficult. Way to go!Susiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08707971200923190076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18330500.post-42057512158264667442013-04-27T21:53:29.111-05:002013-04-27T21:53:29.111-05:00Why do we run, after all? It's hard on knees;...Why do we run, after all? It's hard on knees; it's sweaty, sticky business; it can result in dehydration, exhaustion, and all sorts of stomach pains... But, at the same time, it is strangely soothing to the soul. <br /><br />At times while walking to the subway station, I'll randomly break into a jog and not even realize it until a few blocks later - dress shoes, slacks, button-up shirt, tie and all. As you also stated, the simple excitement for being alive makes me want to see what is waiting around the next corner, and walking there is just too painfully slow! And at other times, running provides much needed solitude and rhythmic time for my mind to connect with my heart.<br /><br />I'm glad you run, Kara. It somehow helps me feel close to you. We're thousands of miles apart, but can somehow feel a commonality of experience as our feet carry us over the road we are on, over asphalt and over red rock.Jasonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17378135828823657242noreply@blogger.com