Sometimes quiet solitude is exactly what one needs.
Despite the fog and, later, chilly rain, it was an unseasonably warm night – perfect for a track workout. As soon as I got home from work, I changed and ran right back out the door – it was one of those times where I just felt like I needed to run. No reason other than it was too perfect out to pass up a run.
I spent half an hour running by myself in the dark, focusing on my form, and only being interrupted by the sounds of my breathing, my feet skimming along the rubber track, rush hour traffic barely crawling along the highway next to the track, and the occasional fire engine off in the distance. It was exactly the kind of run I needed.