We did a tough 19-mile trail run this morning in the San Gabriels, and my legs are tired, and I am happy..
I have learned to laugh when folks complain that Los Angeles is a concrete jungle; every weekend (and often during the week), a few friends and I can delight in wilderness, far from the “madding crowds” of the city below. I am so grateful to God for the beauty of His creation. I am grateful to have the strength of my legs and my heart to run so far. I am grateful to my country, too, that it has seen fit to preserve at least some of its open spaces. Hurrah for the Forest Service.
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