As some of you may know, mornings are NOT my thing.
I'd love to be one of those people who can be all "Oh, I work out in the morning before my brain knows what's happening!" Not to imply that my brain is smarter than yours, but there is no fooling my brain. It knows EXACTLY what it happening. And it wants NO PART of it.
Man I feel refreshed and reayd to go!
Wait, it's only 3:30... Still have another hour. Back to sleep I go!
No. No no no no no no. There's no way it's been an hour. Seriously?
I JUST FRIGGEN LAID BACK DOWN! Why does time go so fast?
Ugh, my bathroom is far away. My apartment is small. Why is the bathroom seem like a million miles away? Can I count all the miles to the bathroom as part of my run today? I should. I'm definitely going to count those miles.
Ok, what to wear... clothes. Yes, those. What ones. Man I should have laid out clothes last night.
Not that I'd have actually worn those anyways...
I can't believe I got talked in to this... Maybe I can still bail? I mean, she probably doesn't want to get up this early either right? Then we can both go back to sleep. Ugh, no... I gotta do this. Ok, going... Keep moving, don't fall back asleep...
Cold, cold, cold... Need warm clothes. Leggings. Layers. Long sleeve. Fleece over long sleeve. Toasty toasty warm!
God I hate mornings. Mornings are horrible. Who invented mornings? Why is there even such a time as 4:30 in the morning? Stupid, that's what it is. Where are my friggen' running socks!!!
Ok, socks on the feet. Good. Crap. I put the left sock on the right foot and the right sock on the elft
Meh... Does it really matter? I mean... There was that article... but that article was a joke, right? I should be fine... UGH. I better change them to be safe. They wouldn't have labeled them if it didn't matter. (Almost falls over while trying to switch socks because in the mornings I am even less coordinated than normal.)
Don't cut your thumb off! But if I cut my thumb off, I don't have to go running! But I also won't get to go back to bed. I'd have to go to the hospital... and that's even less fun than running... I think... Yeah, less fun. Ok...
She is lucky I like her and agreed to get up early. This is crazy. Why am I up so early? I hate this.
I'm never doing this again. I need water... I'm gonna be so dehydrated.
Wow... There is no one out here... I could be so productive if I got up this early in the morning. Think of all the things I could do! I could go... RIIIIIIIGHT... Nowhere. Because no one's open right now. I miss Meijer's. Meijer's would be open right now. I could grocery shop. Ugh, I'm hungry. Crap, I never finished my apple...
POST-RUN! HEADLAMP SELFIE!
1) I am glad I got up and ran. It sucked, but I enjoyed the run itself and did feel particularly accomplished having run almost five miles before most people were even out of bed.
2) I'm even more glad that we finished quickly because it meant I could go home, shower and TAKE A HALF HOUR NAP before I had to actually get up and get dressed for work. Being faster can have its benefits.
3) I'm particularly grateful to have crazy runner friends who will give me the motivation I need to get out of bed and run and keep me entertained throughout the process.