Turtles at Sunrise

Back in High School, I'd run with a group of friends before school. We called ourselves the Turtles and were quite fine with the implication that we were slow and steady.

There's nothing quite like getting a run with friends at 5am, when the rest of the city is still asleep, and your inbox (or high school math homework) can be thoroughly ignored. Time seems to stop, as all that matters is good conversation and pounding out footsteps.

This morning, we had a partial reunion of the Turtles as Elizabeth and I squeezed in a morning run. Such fun! We effectively caught sunrise at the Lincoln Memorial, something that if I'd planned would never have happened.

Go Turtles!