And it was clearly too early for anyone from my generation to be a awake. For the first mile and a half everyone I saw had gray hair. But then later in my run I came across people of my generation, who all felt it was necessary to give me a little wave to show solidarity with me as we invaded the time/space of the geriatric crowd. So I guess I am now in the early morning running club.
Somewhere along the path, running became the canvas upon which I documented my life. - Dagny Scott, Runners World
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Solidarity of Youth (Middle Age)
4.25 today. Running those sprints on Monday was a terrible great idea. My whole body hurt this morning. As always, it was an adventure waking up to run. I set my alarm for 5:25, woke up at 4:45 and tried to go back to sleep (and failed), and then got up at 5:15. A friend of a friend of mine who runs and blogs did a 30 day challenge where he woke up at 5:00 every morning. Not for me - I don't like it.
And it was clearly too early for anyone from my generation to be a awake. For the first mile and a half everyone I saw had gray hair. But then later in my run I came across people of my generation, who all felt it was necessary to give me a little wave to show solidarity with me as we invaded the time/space of the geriatric crowd. So I guess I am now in the early morning running club.
And it was clearly too early for anyone from my generation to be a awake. For the first mile and a half everyone I saw had gray hair. But then later in my run I came across people of my generation, who all felt it was necessary to give me a little wave to show solidarity with me as we invaded the time/space of the geriatric crowd. So I guess I am now in the early morning running club.
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