Breakfast Club: June 23, 2018
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Good afternoon!
I spent last weekend visiting with family in the sweltering humidity of North Carolina at peak summer. My formative years were spent in the South, and I grew up running alone through the rolling hills of the Carolina Piedmont.
As I've written elsewhere, the best running in the Carolinas takes place beyond the cities on gorgeous country roads, long streaks of shoulderless pavement that curve along low-slung hills.
I always feel close to the ground on these roads, like a marble rolling low along the features of the terrain. Unlike California, where fault lines sheer the land into expansive vistas, the Carolina horizon is short. One cannot see far beyond oneself.
Thick, new-growth trees blanket previously sharecropped fields, held back from reaching the asphalt by decaying fences. In the summer, the air sits heavy on the road, dank with heat and humidity. It is warm and stagnant and green and beautiful.
Nowadays, the summ…
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