There was a brisk chilly wind blowing as we gathered for the early morning run. With a larger group than normal because of the holiday, we set off into the darkness. It wasn’t long before your feet found water beneath the leaves and on top of that I had forgotten my gloves! With my hands pulled up into my jacket sleeves I looked like a double amputee. Our route this morning was the Crack O’Dan, named after the runner leading and a rock formation on the way. Conversation turned to tales of Buddy, the dog that wears socks, who it seems has taken to eating shoes and will be staying with us next week. It will be an interesting experience - we’ll see who can tire who out first! Back at the cars Oddjob and Allstate talked of breakfast; the prospect of chatting over hot coffee and food would have be nice but not today. A second batch of runners arrived for the 7 am run, not a regular thing but this was a holiday. As Guth and I drove off we watched them set out across the field in the early morning sun shine. I was a little envious watching them go but it was still a Good Friday.