The morning runs have been quite interesting so far. Outside of having a total stranger run along with me at 4:30am and hearing what I could have sworn were footsteps snapping a few twigs, nothing eventful has happened.
While uneventful, I would have to say that the mornings are hardly less than interesting. While the world slumbers, I'm also reminded of how much is constantly moving. The night seems to envelope you and things like time and distance appear to fade away into the blackness of the night. In fact, the only time I really notice myself is when I am called back from my thoughts by the mechanical meanderings of my GPS application as it vies for my undivided attention. It will tell me my time, pace, and distance. However, the longer I run the less I care. It is my time. I am breathing with mother earth and she is breathing with me. Together we consummate each other's existence with an intimacy unmatched between two mortal lovers.
Morning runs reminds me of the rhythm of the people. I see firetrucks whir past. Cars soldier on to their destinations. Scragglers walk past me with a passive curiosity. Even the police continue their rounds, content with me as long as I'm not running with a VCR under my arms. The Krispy Kreme Hot light cuts through the night, and the smell of guranteed comfort from the warmth of succulent doughnuts tries to hijack my thoughts. I stay the course.
It is a sexy time. The world has not quite awakened, yet it is far from being asleep. The cool night air is caressing me and ushering me towards my goal at the same time and I bask in her attention. When she is done, I'm a total mess! I have spent part of my night with her. I pant heavily at first, then slow my breathing as I cool down from the run. I look to mother earth, and I promise her that the next time I run, I'll be sure to give her as much of an experience as she gives me!
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