Training Log Archive: TomN

I ran out into the desert behind my sister's house on the western edge of Albuquerque. The maps show it neatly subdivided into streets and lots, but in reality it's a wasteland crisscrossed by a complex network of ATV tracks, with a serious "Breaking Bad" vibe. There's garbage everywhere. Household stuff, bags of trash, uncountable numbers of old tires. Where did it all come from?