It’s 6am when my alarm goes off.  Time to get up and go training.  I look out the window; it’s still dark and the frost on the grass paints a perfect picture with misty fog.  I hang my head, put my gear on and walk out the door.  I start jogging.  It’s so cold that I feel that if I go any faster all the muscles in my body will snap.  It’s silent.  There’s no sound.  No cars, no music, no talking.  It’s just me, the wind, and the open lonely road.  I trudge on and look at my watch and see that I’ve only gone 2 minutes.  I throw my head back, 58 minutes to go.

The most mortal sin of all as a runner is to be constantly looking at your watch.  Time doesn’t go any faster if you stare wide-eyed at it.  Although some seasoned runners may argue this point, it has yet to be proven.

 In the early hours of the day running is not a raging social experience so you can become bored easily, even worse if you leave from the some place every morning (and my teachers wonder why I’m disruptive in class).

 As I plod along, I wish that I could wake up in a different place every morning so that I wouldn’t get bored for at least the first 15 minutes.  Even better, as I sleep mysterious elves take my bed and I and transport me to different exotic places where women roam around in bikinis all day long.

 BEEP BEEP!