Proudfeet (Part 2): A Black Rider Appears

It’s been about a month since I started getting back into exercise, or more specifically, running. In an effort to “gamify” my experience, I decided to compare my miles with that of Frodo’s Journey to Mordor – beginning the night he leaves Bag End and his eventual arrival to Mount Doom. Last time, I had just left Hobbiton behind as the lamps began to shine in the darkness, a peculiar fox just miles away. Since then, some more interesting characters have crossed my path.

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