There's something about crossing that threshold into Hartshorne Woods that instantly resets my mind. For over 25 years, these trails have been my go-to escape—first as a mountain biker attacking the technical descents, and now as a trail runner measuring my progress in heart rate zones rather than downhill speed.
Being just 15 minutes from my front door,…
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