I was up and running by 530am this morning
There is something somewhat disturbing about running so early as there is limited street-lighting and I am often reliant on my flashing arm bands for guidance. It does, however, force you to slow down and focus on technique as one false step could see you falling off the pavement.
It was a slow, painful run but it did help clear my head. There is something almost elemental about being out, alone, with nothing to do except let your mind unwind and come to its own natural conclusions. The miles do not really fly by but they skip along at a pace which gives the perfect thinking:sweating ratio.
Once home, it was time for some stretches, some coffee and a shower. Then as I stood in my kitchen, drinking strong coffee, a warm glow of smugness that all was well with my training.
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