Yesterday I did something I haven't done since the summer when I was training for the midsummer night's 30k race.
I got up at 0515, ate and went for a long, solo run.
I was out the door by 0618 and headed down the road on my way to 18k with only my playlist and the fog as company.
And it felt good.
I had forgotten how enjoyable it is to simply run with your own company.
I worked out some problems, crossed the finish line of my second marathon, crossed a finish line with a BQ time and even didn't think at all. I planned meals, solved work problems and sold my house a few times over. I let those 18km and 112 minutes wash over me and send me to a peaceful and happy place.
I didn't look at my watch and let my easy pace just evolve and land where it would (6:07/km on average for the run).
I was home by 0815.
It doesn't get much better then having the privilege to be able to do the run that I did.
Safely and with the support of my loved ones.
Despite house-selling, work and other stresses, I'm lucky.
I really, really am.
So my friends. The next time you need to work something out, may I suggest a long, solo early morning run?