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Here’s a shot where the color version failed me. This was probably some quarry or other and the top half of the mound was scarlet, the bottom white, but over the distance, the sun bleached the color out as far as the sensors on my camera were concerned and no amount of post-processing could get it close to what I saw with the naked eye.

Some things, the eye still has better fidelity.

So, black and white instead. Striking thing. Just sitting out there in the middle of nowhere, with a tiny town grown up around it.

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Today it is cool enough (i.e. no 100F) that running does not sound like an idea in insanity. So that’s what I’m off to do shortly.

I don’t have to start logging serious miles till mid-October, so this is all going to be short fast runs till then, to see if I can get faster. Because I am crazy and want to get faster.

Because I really really want a sub 8 minute mile. Which is not as fast as it sounds. Elite runners bang out 26.2 4:30ish minute miles. I wanna be twice as slow as them. Well, less than that. But point is, if I’m going to qualify for Boston, I need to run a marathon at sub 9 min/mile pace. Yeah. It sounds crazy. It isn’t as crazy as it sounds. I just have to run under a 3:45 hour marathon to qualify for Boston, for my age group.

I know I can do that. I know it in my bones. So. Here’s where the blog entries start talking about running again and the craziness that that entails. But as Kyle says, this isn’t a fitness blog. This is my sanity practice. It’s not always fun, running. But it is always rewarding. It’s also taught me to dream a little bigger. Because after a marathon (or two), things just seem suddenly a lot more doable and survivable.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.