5am is a different city.
I’ve decided this over the last three weeks of the extra sessions. The 5am city belongs to specific people — the ones who are building something that requires hours the rest of the world is asleep for. Delivery drivers. Shift workers. People with insomnia that have made peace with it and have decided to go by the name “early risers”. And, apparently, me and Coach Marsh in the cold dark of a Westfield track.
She doesn’t explain what she’s looking for. Or tell me what the sessions are building toward or what she expects to find. She just clocks my times and writes them down and says things like “again” and “change your stride angle onthe curve” and one morning, watching me finish a 400 with a time that made her stylus pause on her tablet, “where did you train befor
