Midnight Running

The big joke of the weekend was how Ted and I left for a run Saturday night, and came back Sunday. (Okay, so the big joke was really funny only to me...Ted and Dave just don't have the same sophisticated humor I do).

We were scheduled for a run Sunday morning. Saturday night we were watching a movie, and I leaned over and whispered to Ted, You know it's going to be hot tomorrow morning. Ted nodded and was quiet for a second. We could go after the movie...

I didn't say anything, but a few minutes later asked him if he was serious. He nodded. And that is how we found ourselves lacing up our shoes at 11:50 Saturday night. We were only doing 3 miles--we have a 5K on Wednesday, and just wanted to maintain that distance for now, since training starts in the next few weeks, and we'd have plenty of time for long runs in the future.

I made Ted wear my reflective vest, and we set out. It was very quiet, we only saw a handful of cars on the way. We were extra cautious...I was leery of crazy people or drunk drivers, but we had no problems. The temperature was a comfortable 70, which was nice without the sun beating down.

We went at a fast pace. I think adrenaline was kicking at the beginning, and I never slowed down. It felt good to run fast, and I found myself imagining doing that pace the whole way through the marathon (yeah, right).

I was very glad we decided to go at that time, especially when we woke up Sunday and it was already 80 at 8:00 in the morning. And the memory that made! Anyone can say they got up at 7:30 Sunday morning to run. Not everyone can say they ran at midnight the night before.

And the few cars that did pass us...I think I would pay to hear the conversation inside the car at that time.