We’re getting into shape for the Lighthouse to Lighthouse race in Norwalk, CT in early September. So, going with the early theme, we logged a few fast (um, fast-ish) miles, pre-work, Tuesday morning. It was inspiring, to say the least.
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls. —John Muir
All you umpires, back to the bleachers. Referees, hit the showers. It’s my game. I pitch, I hit, I catch. I run the bases. At sunset, I’ve won or lost. At sunrise, I’m out again, giving it the old try.
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever. —Horace Mann
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. —Sylvia Plath
Rise early. It is the early bird that catches the worm. Don’t be fooled by this absurd saw; I once knew a man who tried it. He got up at sunrise and a horse bit him. —Mark Twain