Just as the light began to come up, the sky shifting its colours, the birds in the thicket of trees near the 300m mark started twittering. Perhaps complaining
I wonder what they thought of the sound of pounding sneakers before dawn. Whether it disturbed them or if they didn’t care. They must think something.
The young boy was doing 200m repeats with a 100m walk in between with the track gang.
Gaju and I ran a gentle six kilometres together. I’m able to run after these days of injury, inflammation and medication.
Spring is here. The dawn is lovely.
Writing about Running 