Here we are with less than a week to go before BayState, seems like a good place to start a taper. Saturday I did a 20-miler that went well. I got up nice and early and headed out the door and into the dark. It was the first time in awhile that I have run in the cold, around 40 degrees, and it was a bit strange having a long sleeved shirt and gloves on. The sky was clear and dark and I was all alone, the world around me existed only to the edge of where my headlamp would illuminate.
I reached the start of the woods that my route took me through and the trees closed in around me. Falling acorns and branches seemed to become louder as they crashed to the ground and I found myself trying to peer into the dark forest surrounding me a bit too often. Perhaps choosing to listen to a scary Doctor Who audiobook about a troll under a bridge was not my wisest choice for this run. Then I thought about the possibility of running into some coyotes; that got me to quicken my pace a bit even though I dismissed the thought. (Note: a pack of them ran by my house last night so this actually could have been a real scenario).
Soon the forest opened up to an open expanse and I had to stop at the bridge over the Charles. The sun was rising over the conservation land and the clouds were alight with fiery colors. Reds and oranges streaked across the sky, heralding the start of a new dawn. A fine mist hung over the water and plants. A crane took its first flight of the day. It was quiet as I stood there by myself, taking it all in. I switched off my headlamp; the dark forest had opened up onto a rich tableau of color and light. It's moments like this that make it all worth it; scenes which can never be adequately described but will remain with me until the next time. With a last look I turned and quietly resumed running. It was already a good morning.