Feeling seen
12 weeks out from a marathon, we would meet at 7 p.m. every Tuesday night at the trailhead for 9-11 miles of interval speed work. This trail stretched a good 10 miles uninterrupted by road crossings and enclosed by trees and a meadow–one of the nicest places to run in the city.
In August, we could finish by the edge of dusk, but as the days grew shorter, more and more of our run was in the dark. Equipped now with headlamps, switched on about halfway through, we noticed that the borders of the trail glittered, reflecting our light like dew on grass. Except it was September in Texas and the grass had been baking in the sun all day.