|It was something like this.|
I awoke to the sound of my alarm at 3:45 this morning feeling sleepy but ready for my 10 mile training run. It was the only time I could get it done today. I dressed, prepped and was out the door at 4:15. The air was cold with temperatures in the 20's. The clear sky permitted the full moon and stars to light the night sky. I eased into the 2 mile warm-up as I prepared my mind and body for the up-tempo 6 mile interval. With the rest of the world sleeping, I had the road to myself. The headlights of a rare drive-by gave itself away with plenty of time for me to move aside and share the road. The beeping of my watch told me the warm-up was at an end. It was time to go to work. I quickened my stride and focused my breath making sure no hill would prevent me from maintaining my pace. Fellow night-joggers on four legs bounded through side yards in groups of three and four. I cleared my throat to inform them of my presence. As I finished my turnaround loop and headed toward home, I caught the glare of a buck perched in a yard no more than 10 feet away. With his maturing antlers showing like a side-arm, he gave me the familiar look I get from my 9 year-old boxer, Porter, that says, "what's next?" I had no interest in playing his game and moved quickly but cautiously to the middle of the road.
|Ok, it wasn't quite like this, but...|
With my adrenaline rushing, I prepared for the final mile of my main set. As I sprinted up a hill to keep my 6:20 pace, I recalled glory days on the grid-iron. I've worked hard to slow the hands of time. I whipped through the streets of Briarwood until another beep from my wrist told me my task was complete. I eased into 2 miles of recovery that brought me back home. It's time to wake up.