There are times when the fog is dreadful. You can’t pull yourself out of bed because you hear the fog horns blaring and that means that it will be cold and misty. But then you tell yourself, “it will warm up after 1 mile,” and “fog is good for running,” and that helps you strap on your running shoes and go out of the door.
Then, there are times when the fog is stunning. You look out ahead of you and you see a blank slate. All of the superficial beauty of a sunrise or a sunset is stripped, leaving only the path in front of you. Today was one of those times. 5 miles, Speedwork, Crissy Field, 12+mins/mile… done. *Note: this was Thursday’s run…just forgot to post it!