“Pick up your feet!”

“Be careful!”  I yell over my shoulder. We’ve been running up and down quiet canyon trails for over fifty minutes, and for the first forty of those minutes we were graceful gazelles at sunrise. Now we are buffaloes, stampeding the canyon exit before the sun gets too high and we perish in this valley, never to be seen again, save our bleached bones. “This is the part of the run where someone always falls, because their legs are getting heavy…”  IRead more