Thursday, 1 September 2011

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


  1. Thank you, that's kind of you.

    Readers might like to note there was absolutely no manipulation of the image - apart from zooming in a bit when I took the image, nothing has been done to enhance it in anyway.