Superman, Part I

NOTE: Originally written in February 2006.

Never completely trusting the Weather Channel, I stuck my head out the door yesterday morning: 42 degrees and pouring rain. Being one of the few days with only one workout scheduled, I took the liberty of postponing my hour easy run until the afternoon.

By 10 am, the rain broke and by noon it was sunny. Then it warmed. Sweet!

I sped home like a bat out of hell trying to take advantage of the remaining daylight. It lingered I think just for me. Just for this run. I parked the car and ran into T1 (my house) practically ripping off my tie and unbuttoning my shirt as I bounded up stairs. I was changed in a flash and after a few quick stretches I was out the door.

Low fifties, sunlight, shorts, a long sleeve shirt and a cruise down Raven Ridge in hopes of making it to the lake before sunset. I crested the last hill and knew I had made it. A flock of geese honked overhead and the lake bugs were making their evening racket as if it were summer. I stopped for just a second to appreciate the otherwise silent view amongst the surrounding pines while the sun set here in North Carolina.

I could have run all night.