Trail run, at dusk, at Callahan State Park. It rained off and on all day. It was colder than I expected. I suffered the first few minutes. After 10 minutes I was glazed with sweat. Once off the earthen dam, I picked my way among the roots and rocks working my way along the perimeter of the park. At the crest of the long climb up Pinecone, the light from the setting sun illuminated the tree trunks and everything felt fresh and new.
I ran for an hour. At the end, I was starving.