Apparently it’s “warm” for winter here. So it goes without saying that I LOVED knocking out six miles this morning in fifty degrees, wearing a tank top.
In all seriousness are we not all slaying ourselves over saw-it-while running sights like this?
It was absolutely amazing to run past all of the vineyards and into downtown Yountville.
No, I’m never giving it back.
Nothing whets the appetite quite like running past ad hoc and Bouchon.
How did you move your body today?