The experiences, gripes, and musings of an amateur runner. Tuesday, May 12, 2015. I feel thin, Galdalf. like butter, scraped over too much bread. This has been the theme of my life, as of late. Within the last week, to be exact. And yes, I took pictures of many of the other mile markers, but this was the one that mattered most.

Bright as day, melting snow, breaking through the chill, October and April. Slutade 12 idag, var ut med hunden och gjorde sen något som jag inte gör alltför ofta - jag gjorde både kemi och fysik läxan, applåder till mej.

We had seen the snow-covered peaks from our camp spot at the pass between Mogotes and San Joaquin and we were looking forward to going there and do some hiking. It was the end of July and the weather up there this time of year can be cloudy and rainy, but that would not stop us. We have clothing and attitude for almost every kind of weather. Pan de Azúcar and Pulpito del Diablo. Colombia and Cocuy, the white dot. El Cocuy, the town.