Ever have one of those months where you’ve spent so much time in the office that you start to forget what the park looks like? Where you’re barely squeezing in a run on a treadmill late at night? And suddenly while you’re eating dinner at your desk you find yourself watching a video of a Mike Foote, a hippie ultra runner who lives in a yurt in Missoula. He’s chopping wood, drinking beer, and running all the time and you think, “hey, that doesn’t look so bad.”
I’ve had one of those months.
Snows coming down in sheets here in NYC and there isn’t a yurt for miles. It’ll be another night on the treadmill for me. But tomorrow is Saturday, it is supposed to be fifty degrees, and I don’t have to work (much). I can’t wait to get out in the park.