Up and out at 6 am for a quick five miles before breakfast.
Not fifty yards from the house a fox streaks across my path. Run well, my brother.
In the rusty pre-dawn of Richmond Park I keep to the middle of the track, stepping high to avoid stones and holes and tree roots. Just too much light to see the jeweled eyes of the deer and not enough to make out their forms. Alone apart from the distant light of an occasional cyclist.
A really sweet run. I feel fantastic now. Porridge and peanut butter tasting just beautiful. Breakfast of champions.
I'm packing my new Salomon back pack with running gear for the run home from work this evening.
Remember folks, hours on your feet is miles in your legs.
Run, eat, sleep. Run, eat, sleep.
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