Rarely do I set an alarm. It’s the luxury of a freelancer’s life, and of an internal clock that usually wakes me around the time the birds get up. But when I stayed in Oak Creek, a lovely city surrounded by red rock in Arizona, I decided to set an alarm in order to run as the sun rose. A friend who knows the area had suggested it, and I’m very glad I followed that advice.
In almost complete solitude I got my shoes red, as if I had just played a match of tennis at the French Open. Aside from some rabbits, a few curious dogs and their owners, I was alone. It was quiet and gorgeous. Six miles on these narrow, ever-changing trails around Bell Rock; few Monday mornings are this great.