This past Sunday I did a long run that ended up feeling very much like this. I started from my cabin and ran down to the bus stop in Nederland to meet up with Scott, Dakota, and Joe who had ridden the bus up from Boulder. From there we just ran Eastward and down, linking together a bunch of different trails and gravel roads, until eventually, 30+ miles later, we ended up in Boulder and ran to Scott's house. Jenny was sweet enough to go get us all burritos that we ate while I waited for a bus back to Nederland. When it was all said and done it almost ended up feeling like I had just run from my house to Scott's house to eat a burrito and visit with friends.
Then to cap off a great day of running, when I got back to Nederland on the bus I got to run the mile or two back to my house. I was kind of dreading this part of the journey, but it ended up being perhaps the most enjoyable part of the entire run. It was snowing lightly and there was no traffic on the roads this late on a Sunday evening. I was really tired, but I didn't feel this way at all. I just ran down the edge of the dark, quiet, snowy road and felt like I could run down that road forever. This run from town up to my house was about 15 minutes, but at the time it didn't feel like much more than a few seconds. It was really nice to get home, but at the time I really wished that this road kept going and that I lived several miles away.
When it was all over it was one awesome day of foot travel. Here's a few photos taken by Joe: