jumpingfish

“200 meters hard then 200 meters at a medium pace,” our coach said.  We had little paper maps in our hands and were studying the route. It wound around thru the shady neighborhood for 600 meters. She had already set out traffic cones beside the curb to mark the 200 meter intervals. “You’ll run 200 […]

From the top of the ridge, sitting in an alpine meadow. With a blue sky overhead and a cooling breeze blowing. With mountains on the horizon and a desert between. White Sands shimmered in the distance.