Running past dusk

Running at dusk can be inspirational

I know, I know, I know, running is perfect for me in the early morning but yesterday was an occasional exception  Don't get me wrong in any way, I'm not a lark turning into an owl, far from it.

I had planned to go for a run at dawn but I woke up too late!  So all through the day I was thinking of where I'd run this evening.  I even phoned home to give advance warning I didn't want too much to eat, just a snack and some time to let it go down, then I'd be ready.  We had our dinner together and then I got distracted by drafting an eBay advert for Rachel's car.  We tried to give it away to a deserving cause but it wasn't wanted, hence selling it.  How much we get depends largely on how much fuel is in the tank, perhaps.

Then I went for a run, just after the sun had gone down.  As this meant I'd be running through the streets, mostly, I took my ipod shuffle.  In the 35 minutes I was out, I listened to a few tracks at a fair pace.  My running muscles were fairly well rested and so it was easy to run at a brisker pace.  Though much shorter than my usual runs, I couldn't risk running away from roads and not see where I was going.

I did, however, run to the top of a hill where there is a viewing point of the landscape all around.  I stopped for a few minutes to admire the last dying embers of daylight in the sky, long after the sun had set. Perhaps, I thought, I'd be the last person here instead of the first in any one day?  It was still a nice thought.  I was wondering where the sun was rising right now. What would it look like?  Where could it be?

I was listening to some Tom Waits; not my usual running music, far from it, but it still added to the atmosphere.  Mentally I worked through a presentation I'm doing on Tuesday, simply to some of my colleagues.  It'll be okay, I know it will be.  The thing about running is that it helps keep things in perspective, almost to the "I don't Care" point where I rise above the opposition I sometimes have.  Sometimes I have to be pretty bloody minded, especially when I know I'm right.

I then grit my teeth and carry on regardless of my opposition.

I ran home with a half hearted sprint at one point and then another sprint not far from home, coming through the front door dripping with sweat..  It felt good, even though I wasn't out for long.  I wish I could run everyday but I need to recover.  Having said that, having a short run (4 miles) shouldn't stop me unless the previous day had been much longer