Today, I had a choice.
I missed my scheduled long training run on Saturday. Here was the dilemma..
Sleep late (Definition of sleeping late; not setting alarm, but guarenteed to be out of bed by 8 a.m. ~ 8:27 a.m. outside latest.) Or get up and perform long run early, thereby freeing the day for normal glamorous Sunday afternoon activities. Sleep, write, clean up after lunch or jet off to the Turks and Cacaos.
I set the alarm. It went off (a few times). I got up, turned on the light and found suitable running togs for below freezing temps with 90 mph winds.
Had a little coffee, put on my watch, took a deep breath and out I went.
I hate those first few moments. You would think after doing it so many years…getting up early running for 2 hours…that starting would get easier.
It hasn’t. AT ALL. In fact, is gotten only worse. But that’s just me.
So why do I do it?? Why do I creep around in dark bedroom in freezing house gathering clothes? Why do I leave my coffee cup? My hand still burning from its warm imprint.
Beats me.
No, silly. (Though I do wonder sometimes.)
Because I know it gets better. Within those first three minutes it gets better. Ten minutes into the mileage, I am sooo happy I crawled out of the very warm covers.
Yesterday, the last few miles not so much. Mile 11 on…my nose was raw, leftover from being outside in cold and wind Saturday. I was little puny; it was so cold, I didn’t leave out water or food.
But once I made it home. YAY!
13 Miles before 9 a.m.Plenty of time to change for church.
Okay, I miss calculated on how much time to get the rest of the house for church and how small our water heater was. Not enough time for all to shower who needed cleaning, so I took the hit and went to my dear Women of Faith Sunday School class in my tights and sweatshirt.
Just a few more long runs to fit into weekends before race.
Won’t think about that now. I’m tired. Remember I got up real early this morning.
When to you get your exercise in? Are you an early bird…or whenever the time allows?
