Beautiful, dark, clear, cool, morning. Temperature was 43 when I left the house, no moon, brilliant stars. After two days off, my legs felt really good. I started out at a pretty relaxed pace, but gradually picked it up. As I made the turn north into Highland Glen park a dark shape was trotting down the road about thirty feet ahead of me. It must have been a fox, judging from the size and gait. Didn't see another person until I started up the hill on North Cottonwood. Was feeling great so I chased a biker up the hill (caught and passed him about two thirds of the way up). Turned around at Canyon Road and pushed it fairly hard the rest of the way home. Outside of a few twinges in my left Achilles tendon, everything felt great. | 