sleepy runs

After my last post, I was feeling motivated to get up early and knock out my runs before work on Sunday and Monday. Which was a brilliant decision. I ran a delightful six miler on Sunday when my training schedule only required a five. And I ran a snappy little three miler on Monday. And woah baby, this world is a sight to see at 5:00AM.

It was refreshingly cool (though still quite warm considering the early hour. I say refreshingly cool in comparison to the scorching 90 and 100 degree days we've been having 'round these parts). I ran the along the Boulder Creek path, heading west with a slight incline the whole way to the turn around. The sun was just coming up, the air still felt a little like nighttime, and there were no people! Don't get me wrong, I love me some people. I love them when they're eating ice cream, when they're mailing a letter, when they're brushing their teeth, and when they're blowing bubbles in their drink with a straw. I love them when they snore, when they sweep the floor, and when they open a door. But it's a lot to ask to love the entire human race at every second for everything that they do or don't do. So, forgive me if there are a few times when I don't treasure certain things that human beings do. And some of these things happen while on the creek path. And I'll leave it at that.

As a whole, these were some of my favorite runs. I saw a couple of deer on Sunday and I'm pretty sure if I wasn't so stealthy the dad deer would have eaten me for breakie. I ran without music because I could actually hear the running water from the creek since there were virtually no cars.

Tomorrow is a big day. Eleven miles. Coach suggested running from Boulder to Longmont. Seems like a good idea. I've made that drive countless times, I figure it's about time I run it.