I have been running ridiculously early (or late) again. I used to put in miles at midnight or in the middle of night a few years ago but I avoid doing it now that I live at home - it makes everyone very uncomfortable and leads to alot of arguments. Anyway, I left at 1.30am. It seems so silly to sneak out of the house for a run. It is just so nice and quiet and all I hear is the sound of crickets. The humidity here means everything is still.

My thoughts at times like these always turn to winter - by far my favorite season. I have been told that winter signifies death and that to like it I must be fascinated by death. I dont think thats it. Winter is also a time for renewal, a necessary time for things to die down before new life in the spring. Perhaps I like solitude and the fact that no one leaves home in the winter - and theres nothing nicer than running with an undulating road ahead of you and nothing and no one to be seen miles and miles ahead.

I dont know why I bring this up since its far from cold here. I miss seasons!
Just under 12 miles (actually,I clipped it at 19kms)this am in 1.40.
600m strides - I look so ridiculous doing these but they have been getting easier.
25 laps in the pool.