Weather perfect. My body held up perfect. Everything clicked the whole run. My mind was right. My heart was right. I could feel God looking down on me saying, "that's my boy."
It was Heritage Days at the park I run in (where people dress up for 3 days like Civil War Soldiers and Frontier type people and sleep in tents!) . . .I love it . . .I ran through "camp" this morning at about 7:30 . . .it was like I was transported in time running in 1847.
We love Heritage Days because these people have passion! It is refreshing to be around people with passion (even if it's not mine). Tanner said that it feels like a Marathon because everybody is into the same thing . . .good analogy. I think I'll keep him around.
This is what I ran through today:
