Things sometimes come to strange ends, some predictable & others far less so.
I made a left turn last night as we were heading out for our run and at the last moment chose to go — dutifully? — run some hills rather than take the slightly faster, but less tactically important, ‘easy run’ around the south neighbourhood lake.
The sun now sets between when we start running and when we end. This is even more starkly illustrated while hills are on the agenda. I watch the fading orb bounce with the speed of our 400m hill repeat pace below and above the lip of the far side of the valley. Each time it gaind a little less height on our return climb. Each time it threatens to set permanently on the day.
The temperatures dropped in parallel, and we lolled back to the shed to discuss our mixed reviews of the evening announcements. One day ends. Another one begins. Strange days.