It felt great to be running through the hills and woods of my hometown trails. I've never run parts of the stuff we raced over today. The hills were challenging, the lungs were heaving, and the mouth was smiling. Literally. I smiled for part of the race.
Thanks, folks. I do appreciate the gift and will be able to remember it for years whenever I look at my race number: 225. The irony is great; the blessing even greater. You're all a good family.
3 comments:
Way to run it, Clouzet. Glad it was fun. I almost ran it too, but then I knew our wonderful family would wait for me and cheer me on. And I didn't want everyone to have to stand around in the cold for an extra hour.
I'm just proud to say:
"Christoffer Clouzet is my friend!"
Dude, glad you had fun, I had fun too
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