It is 5:15AM.
It is me, God and the rythmic tick of the grandfather clock. My world sleeps upstairs.
I only have 3 miles today so I am waiting until 5:30 . . .if I start running at 5:30 by the time I am done the sun will just start rising. There is no finer thing than to start a day out with that in the background.
When I leave for a run in the dark and return in the light . . I feel as though I ran through the night.
And no . . .I don't like to run. In a few short minutes I am going to shock my body into waking. In a few short minutes I am going to be sweating, hurting, heaving, maybe even wheezing! Oh but when I get done . . . when all of the complicated things that make up the physical part of Doug Owen start finding their way back to normal to start the "real" day . . ...then I start to feel the positive effects that the run had on me . . . that's why I do it.
6:15AM
I'm back
Lights in houses that were dark when I first ran by are now light.
The sun is waking.
My body is awake.
I have a somewhat brutal work day ahead of me but will be shot throughout the day with little "bursts" of energy from the run I just got back from.
