Some one else's running

I feel so self-centered always writing about myself... so today I'm writing about someone else.

Someone else got up at 5am this morning, ran 12 miles at 7 minute pace. That someone else loved every minute of the run, saw the sunrise - considered themselves blessed. That someone felt like a million bucks at the end of it, and was looking forward to doing it all over again, tomorrow.

... that bastard.