Ran three in the pitch black this morning.
There's this runner guy, we call him Capt. Incredible because he is always dressed in red and black and runs like a superhero. Every time he passes my house (5:15 on the dot) each morning he makes a hacking noise. I am not sure why he does this by my house, but I think it is because we are the only house that comes up near the road, and the light from our porch probably reminds him to clear his throat. Maybe. It's very odd and overly routine. He is even more routine than my husband, who always wakes me at precisely 4:53 each morning before he leaves for work. It seems I am surrounded by natural alarm clocks. Of course, my purpose has now been to get up when my husband wakes me up and leave the house BEFORE Captain Incredible runs by our farm and makes his hacking noise.

I am sure then that the past few months I have freaked him out when, not regularly mind you (because I have to run different routes - I can't stand doing the same thing every day) I occasionally turn up out of the rural dark with my bouncing headlamp. He always shouts (much too loudly) "Morning!" and I always say, in my deepest, scariest freakiest voice, "Mohhrnin'!"

I'm evil.

Anyhow, I ran into him this morning and gave him a little spook, and he went his way, and I mine.

Tomorrow morning I will do 6, then ride Saturday, run long on Sunday before my mini-taper before the half.