Morning Run

I know I’m not the only one who hates changing the clocks, but it’s especially irritating for after-work runners such as myself. Now by the time I get home and change, it looks like it’s midnight outside. And while I feel safe running by myself in broad daylight, being out all alone at night seems like a terrible idea. Instead of trying to beg someone to run with me (so far miserably unsuccessful) or try to cram in a run at lunch, I decided to take advantage of the extra morning light (the light I would rather have in the evenings, for the record) and go for a run.

When my alarm went off at 5:30 this morning I was kicking myself. I was losing an hour of sleep to run in the cold? What a terrible idea. But my attitude quickly changed when I got on the road and it was nearly empty. All week my commute to and from work had been especially terrible (I’m convinced my iPhone has been sending an alert to everyone in a five mile radius of me telling them I’m about to leave and so should they. Siri can be quite conniving). Instead of taking me an hour and a half, I was at work in 45 minutes. That alone made me like getting up early that much better. By the time I got to work, it was bright enough for a comfortable run.

Usually I shake my head in disdain at the poor souls who get up in the morning and go for a run. But this morning I realized why they do it. Everything is quiet. Streets aren’t busy. The traffic that blows by me any other time would stop and let me go. And being with the other runners felt like we all knew something everyone else didn’t.