Not only was I running before sunrise this morning but I was home and showered before sunrise. OK, I only ran two miles but it was a good workout. I'd taken a page from the late Ed Whitlock's book and ran round the local cemetery. The old part of the cemetery is on a slope that's intersected by seven paths between the gravestones. I found it ideal for short hill reps, running hard up one path and jogging down the next, all the way to the end.
Then back again.
Although hardly daylight I was surprised to find I wasn't alone in the gloom. A Personal Trainer was already there with one of his clients doing step-ups onto a kerb. I've seen him before, mostly putting plump ladies through their paces, hopping sideways, running backwards or doing press-ups on the grass beside the graves. And they pay him for this?
I think I've missed my way.