On a recent Tuesday night, I had to go down into the basement - a dark and dingy combination of crawl space and failed fall out shelter - to get my fluffy comforter and an extra sheet to guard my outdoor tomatoes against that night’s frosty threat.
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It was the last leg of the race. The finish line, with all the rest and reprieve it had to offer, was minutes away. My body felt tired, my muscles exhausted from the last 49 miles and hours of sweat and adrenaline.
Kristin and I used to run together at least once a week. It started when we both fought fire, and we ran or worked out together every day. That summer we ran in the rain, water sloshing into our mesh running shoes.
In the past few years, nutrition has become a controversial subject.
The sun beat down on us as we clamored across the boulder field of Shasta-Trinity granite.
We made it through the holidays. The fruit cake is stale and trash-worthy, and the last remaining Valentine’s chocolates are quickly dwindling.