Running in the morning is amazing for so many reasons. After you get past the whole getting-out-of-bed-at-5am thing and trudge through the first few steps out the door, running that early becomes easy, routine, satisfying, fun. The roads are more-or-less traffic-free, the winds are usually not as fierce as they are during the day, the air feels fresher somehow, the bathrooms at dunkin donuts are freshly cleaned, and it feels pretty darn awesome to be home before 7am and already have run 11 or 12 or 13 miles.
Running early in the morning is even better when you can rally oodles of your teammates to join you. This morning SIX of us - Audrey, Emily, me, Ted, Scott, and Dave (one of Ted's former teammates) started running at about 5:20am. We met up near Medford and ran through Somerville, Cambridge, down the river, and back through East Cambridge toward Medford. We switched up the tempo a few times and took advantage of the windless, 50-degree morning to add a few faster miles. But we kept the pace modest enough to continue chatting and joking.
When's the last time you ran with so many people before 6am? I am so grateful for the running company. I love it!