|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