We went out on the same trail as yesterday, because it’s just that great.

Mo practiced her barbed-wire fence jumping skills in event of a longhorn attack. She banged on a tree with a big hole in it to see if anyone was living inside. They weren’t. I confirmed my theory that the Asics Piranha likely is not the best choice for running on rocky trails. Mo pretended to be a Giants fan for the benefit of our pal Jami. We sat on a picnic table in the middle of nowhere and pondered life. Still no answers.

We basked in the sunshine of a warm day in West Texas, where the weight of the world could never have a chance against the simple joy of moving down a single-track trail. Life, life running, is best taken one step at a time …