A year ago today, I was driving through western Oklahoma with Scott in a bright red rental car. Destination: Durango, CO. 754 miles away. My legs were sore, aching from the 13.1 miles I ran a few days before in my first 1/2 marathon. In the near future was a stop to get a Braums cheeseburger and a chocolate malt. In the horizon were fields and fields of neon yellow Canola flowers. The kind of yellow that stops you in your tracks. The kind of yellow that makes you take your shirt off, leaving nothing but your your skin warmed by sunshine from the vast Oklahoma sky.
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