Oh I ran this morning in the foghorn mourn, touched the ground in the lightest way 94 kg can, legs running so very smoothly; shirt off to feel drizzle in the darkness; Fingernails glitter in the sparkle-night, toes call out, “us too, cut holes in the shoe” more and more I know why I run; and know why I am jumpy about the 29 May. 87 is further than this easy 6k.