Sheep Range

There's a grip in the tires I haven't felt in years. It's all I can do to hold back the rpms as I rip around a corner. The dust is contagious implanting some leathery dream about driving cross the desert in a beater late 70's mustang while I listen to led zepplin and feel the scortching heat of the leather seats underneath. With mountains in the distance and the seed of dirty last chance adventures, it's me defying my adult constraints, running away in a day dream thrilling to the unknown. Then the phone rings and it all stops.

Whoooooooooooo- On my way home - yup - no just ate - ok - bye

Asa says to me, "Dad....turn the music back up!" That's my girl! And we rocked the rest of the way home.

With a high of 112 and higher than normal humidity today , I still went for a run a bit later than I even planned. I ran towards the north mountain range here, or sheep range. Running in the desert after sunset is a bit creepy. I'm not sure why, maybe it's all those horror movies that take place in the desert. Like Wolf Creek. Man that movie was harsh. But it's a 180 from running on a paved trail through corn country and I'm diggin it. It was damn hot today though. It was 121 in Death Valley today and while I'm running I like to think of Scott Jurek in his first ever Badwater run. I won't tell his story here, but let's just say it's awe inspiring.