It's become a bit of a weekly ritual for me, an easy sunday evening 10K at the Seabrook trails. I felt good and ran the whole way. I did start late and it was quite dark for the return trip. For part of the run, I even ran with my arms outstretched in front of me so that I wouldn't run into a tree. A more intelligent person would have walked a bit until the darkest part had been passed.
I saw three deer cross the trail just in front of me, but didn't see any of the magical pigs.
After a run in the dark, whether it is late like today, or rediculously early, things look and feel differently. The air seem cleaner, lights are brighter and more vibrant.
-- 11 weeks until the NYCM.