I slip-slided down a steep muddy slope to cross a picturesque little stream at a waterfall. And then into the forest I went, to lose my mind, my sense of humor, my composure, almost my shoes, a few limbs and some other garments but luckily not my determination.
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It was late at night, with a very long way to go still. And on the other side of the mountain pass the snow had turned into ice. My second and last trekking pole snapped and I had to slide much of the way down. Slide walk fall, repeat.
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So before we could blink, February was upon us. I have barely published a reflection of the previous year’s running
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