My jet lag helps me to get up before sunrise, but I am far from the earliest bird.

A cold wind sweeps the streets …

… at the course.

It really is cold …

… especially under the bridge …

… where it begins.

The music starts …

… dogs watch, …

… some rather sceptical.

There are uniforms …

… and fashion.

I take the metro, enjoy the view …

… until I get off, closer to the Island…

… where the tune is different.

… and the day brightens up.

When the trek hits downtown …

… it gets crowded …

… except for the few professionals who stand their ground …

… and those dedicated to the cause.

To the very end …

… the wind blows strong …

… but prevail they do, the Running Men.