A View From the Top
Gordon Cherr, October 29, 2019
It’s raining. I love to run in the rain. Just to slog along, everything, every drop, feels electric on your skin. In the meanwhile, if this isn’t the most wonderful music ever written, then I don’t know what is.
Sometimes I dream of running across the savanna, in Africa, much as I do dream of running in Tibet. Or in the Blue Ridge where my running heart truly resides. But for right now I’ll head out into the deep woods trails of north Florida instead, for which I am forever grateful.
Where does your running heart reside?