Candidate for Understatement of the Year: Boulder's not a bad place to live if you're a runner. This morning's run included
- a couple miles from my house to trails,
- a couple of hours of mostly trails,
- back to the house to refill my water bottle, pick up my 18-year-old son (who would be running with...well, in front of, me) and my husband (who would be pedaling his bike slowly alongside me...good conversation time)
- and we all headed out for an hour or so, mostly on trails.
Not bad for a 3-hour-plus city run. 'Twas a tad on the warmish side, tho'. By run's end, I'd lost two pounds. ...toasted! But it's a dry toast...
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