I took two pictures today. The one below is of an old (ca.1900) homestead out on the plains by my home town.
And this is of the surface that I ran on. I took my shoe off simply because a bare footprint is more interesting than a Nike Lunar print. The roads around here are powder soft and incredible. If it weren't for the gazillion 1/2" goatheads you could run barefoot. I logged 15 miles with a very surprising 900ft of elevation gain. It's damn rolling around here.
And I took Ben to the stock car races at the county fair tonight. We had cotton candy and watched the race cars and then rode a few of the rides and played some games. I appreciate this so very much. Not only time with my son but being able to share my own childhood experiences with him. This is where I grew up and to see him in this place, doing the things I did at his age. It's hard to describe. I feel old and proud and sad and happy beyond belief. Nostalgic and also so optimistic for the future. It makes my head and heart hurt.