Sunday, April 10, 2011

In praise of weekend morning runs

It's my favorite kind of run.

The kind where you sneak out of the house before the rest of the family is awake, having stashed clothes and shoes in a corner of the living room so as to get ready quietly.

Where you start running in the dark, and get to see the morning slowly break over the landscape to an orange sunrise.

Where the only other people out are other hardy souls, walking dogs, delivering newspapers, or getting their own runs in.

Where you can count the number of moving cars you see on one hand.

Where you come back home, tired out yet energized, to find everyone else dragging themselves groggy out of bed.

Where you got the best kind of head start on your day possible.

I just wish it had been a little warmer out this morning. My fingers were so numb I had to have my son help me pull my gloves off...


Gretchen said...

Yup, it's like stealing a little extra time out of your day. Love it!

SnowLeopard said...

Very poetic! And you are much braver than I to head out in the dark~ I'll be happy when the summer sun comes out bright and early so I can slip in a few "hardy" energizing trail runs before everyone else wakes up... :)