Saturday, 11 June 2011
Running at dawn - what a privilege
This morning I woke at 4.25am. At 4.30am I was sitting on our front doorstep putting my running shoes on - simply couldn't do anything else.
There was much birdsong in the air, along with a cool freshness from what must have been a recent shower. I ran quietly through the nearby streets onto a green lane that begged me to run along. After a mile, I turned back to run along the edge of a field and then back home. Just a couple of miles.
I saw nobody else. No dog walkers, cars, newspaper boys or heard any sign of life, just nature stirring for the day ahead. I was there, just gliding through, quietly, softly on my own. It was priceless.
Sitting here back home at the dining room table, I've just finished a coffee. Although it's a little cool and I'm still in my running gear, I have the French door open so I can hear the birds and smell the fresh air, looking out onto our garden - all beautifully wet, lush and green. I have it for myself - what a privilege. As much as I love all of the different seasons here in England, I do, just for now, wish it could be like this all year 'round.
And if it wasn't for tomorrow's race, I would have carried on for miles but I had to resist the temptation. I hope I haven't caused myself any problems for tomorrow, surely a short gentle run will be Okay.