I have always been a morning person. In some way I think I’m fundamentally scared of the dark: I lose interest in the day once the sun is down. I’m at my best and most productive before 10am. By 9pm I turn into the old man from the movie “Up”. Running and marathon training have only made this tendency worse, because it encourages this behavior. Is there anyone more self-satisfied than the early morning runner?
Getting up early to run gives a person bragging rights right off the bat, and one of the main ones is the ability to crow about the sunrise. Oh there’s nothing as satisfying as walking into a morning meeting or breakfast and expounding on the beauties of a sunrise.
I took the above picture on my way to a Saturday morning group run. I had been running in gloom for about fifteen minutes but kept seeing flickers of this pink burning sky through the trees ahead of me. The anticipation of the taking the picture pushed my pace faster and faster. It was rare and lovely and I was there to experience, and record, the moment.