I like it when the sun chases the moon.
Day 89.
Or should I say, night 89.
For the first time in these 89 crazy days, and with only four days until the big 13, I ran at night.
I can’t explain why. I just did it. Like the first time I decided to run from the porch and just do it, I just decided I was going to get ready and go. I left the house, did a nice three mile run and felt good about it.
Night, in case you were wondering, is different than day. Or morning. When I run in the morning, I see two or three people on the trail. Granted, it is between 5:30 and 7:00 a.m. when I do this, but still, hardly anybody runs into me. Tonight, I ran from 7:45 to 8:15 p.m. There were two or three people … on every block. In every direction.
I was beginning to think I was the only one running in Grand Island (except those cool cats that came out Saturday morning, that is). Boy was I wrong. People running, people walking, people biking. People walking dogs. Dogs walking people. Kids. Teenagers. Seniors. Young, trim and fit exercise freaks like myself. All types come out in the evening.
But I still like the morning.
In the morning, it’s a fresh start. I have a clean pallette. Nothing has cluttered my mind and soul. I can get ready and go and not even think about it. It’s a simple thing, but I especially like it when the moon is out when I start. I’ve just started realizing this, but there is something cool about it. Soothing. Relaxing.
This evening’s run was a good run. For those of you who know what it means, I was seven seconds off a negative split. I learned that Saturday with the real runners. I ran three miles tonight, 27 minutes, 37 seconds. I felt good. My calves aren’t exactly on speaking terms with me again yet, but I think they’ll come around for this Saturday.
When we run in the morning.
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