I ran last Saturday morning. My solo run. In the morning. After coffee. Six miles. Or around there. Sunday I wanted to get out there again. But this time, I took the fam with me. It was just about sundown before we set out. It was a short, easy run, but really fun to run together. We beat the darkness and were settled safely inside when the sun dipped below the horizon.
With very little on the racing calendar, I'm just getting out there about three or four times a week. I suit up without thinking; I gather supplies (garmin, tunes, phone, Baby (when applicable)) and head outside. My legs just go. They know what to do. Sometimes I'm cold. It's winter. Other times, I'm overdressed. No matter. The run will end soon enough.
The roads are less populated these days. I typically see sleek, high-tech, moisture-wicking shiny running gear whizzing by. The poster people seem focused, dedicated. I'm no different. I focus on letting it all go. I'm dedicated only because I'd have it no other way.