Last weekend, I forced myself to wake up around maybe 8 – 9AM and went for a run. I was trying to see what it was like, maybe run through the city streets, but when I got outside, things were already kind of busy and the sun was mostly up. Today, this Sunday, I randomly woke up at 6AM, without any intervention of the alarm clock, and just kinda went for it. I must be crazy, but I loved it.
It definitely looks like 6AM is the sweet spot. The sun has just risen, but everything is still quiet and calm, the traffic is pretty dead in NYC, and the track only has like 5 other people who are just as crazy as me, if not more so! The only downside is that all the hobos are still sleeping around, I saw like 20 on my normal path. That’s a bit of a downer.
My main goal today was to sprint a 3KM, which I did, but I wasn’t happy with my time, a 13′31″. I’ve been sprinting too much lately, I need to do a crazy 14KM run or something distance and balance myself out. My body can handle the distance physically, but I never want to prepare and bring food with me, lack of energy for running that long is always what kills me. Now maybe I can get some work done, it’s not even 8AM yet…