Sunday. Run Day.
It’s lonely out there on the trails these days.
I laced up and logged a quick eight klick run through the locals this morning. The snowy paths were worn down with thousands of footprints. The crisp air was calm but dry. Stragglers from another universe were out walking their dogs.
For the last decade I have run almost every Sunday morning.
For the last year, company on those runs has been sporadic or limited at best.