It’s another long run for me today. Ann drops me off at the Chuckawalla trailhead where I start running barefoot. My feet feel like they’re hungry for trail, and I quickly get into a flow that feels like I could maintain forever. But of course I can’t. After three or four miles I descend into Snow Canyon on gravelly trail, heading toward the sharp rocks of a lava flow, and stop to protect the feet. After that the flow slowly drains away, but that belief that I can keep going holds strong. When I exit the trail system I’m already stumbling a little here and there, but I figure I can make it home on city streets, which I do, though it feels like my limit for now. If I know what my limit feels like – maybe one should stick to object evidence like falling down, throwing up, etc. There’s so much to look forward to!