If it wasn’t for the Comrades urge, I would have stayed in bed. Wind chilled the dark cold. Bed felt good. The roads loudly called me out to accumulate more miles. Before even 1 km it was all okay. I could have gone on but I ran till I was pumped, flirted with the pre-dawn, went home to oranges and espresso. A reward for now; there is still many miles to do.
