It’s not a stretch to say that runners see the world differently.
We have a tendency to go off the path or maybe visit it at an ungodly early/late hour, when the weather is terrible or generally just when no one else with an ounce of sanity is anywhere around.
Their loss, I say.
Lately, Steph and I have alternated our long runs so that while one runs, the other acts as a sag wagon. For instance, I ran on Saturday while she biked along with water and Gatorade. On Sunday, I repaid the favor. I also brought a camera along.
All the pictures (after the break to save on load times for those with RSS feeds) were taken on the Trout Run Trail around Decorah.
Moose and Ink 