The conversation in my head while riding Bull Run last weekend in Moab was dawdling along something like this:
“I’m riding really well. I’m gonna try to…
Some days the clouds appear to leap away from bright blue skies, demanding my attention.
Some days vibrant colors of stunning yellow mustard flowers, deep…
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