The sun is coming up later and later. I slipped out the door right at 5am today, but the sun was barely casting any light. Like a thief, I emerged from the shadows at each lamppost and plunged back into darkness just as quickly. No worries. I’ve run the streets near my house so many times, I feel like I know every crack in the sidewalk, every low-hanging branch, every pothole in the asphalt.
The beginning of this tempo run was dark enough that I was having trouble seeing the mile split on my watch. That didn’t last long, and everything went smoothly from there. I had to scale back the pace closer to my 6:29 target as the run went on, but 44:46 (6:24/mi) is about 20 seconds better than I did two weeks ago.
So long, 7-mile tempos. Bring on the 8s! Two years ago, this same run did not go nearly as well. It’s been a lot cooler this summer, and I was not as diligent about getting up early either.
The sweaty face of victory: