This is what it’s like for me in the morning.
Out here in the country, you’d be surprised how easy it is to get a 5 AM rave and run going.
You just put out the word, and soon a bunch of headlamped and glowsticked people are here to run and party with you.
It is quiet here in the morning.
I run in a black t-shirt and don’t wear a headlamp.
It’s just me, the bears, the snakes, and the on-coming headlights.
I do have a reflectorized Road ID so the infrequent drivers may still be able to see me.
We do live fairly far out in the country, so the traffic is minimal. I wouldn’t recommend a black t-shirt as being an intelligent choice for night running, though.
Our bodies are sometimes fairly forgiving. I’m a little over 2 weeks into a return to running and it’s hurting a lot less than it did that first day. It’s starting to feel a little more normal to get up every morning for a short run.
Somewhere in the world, they’re having a disco night running party.
It isn’t anywhere close to here…unless you count my party of one.