For the past few summers, I have easily gotten into the habit of early morning runs to (a) beat the heat and (b) fit in all of my mileage. But every year when the biting cold and icy/snowy surfaces of winter roll around, I forfeit those early mornings. I would occasionally hit the gym to hop on the treadmill or do some cross-training before work, but you would not catch me bundling up and hitting the streets before sunrise.
That seems to have changed this year thanks to a good group of friends (and unseasomnably fair December conditions!) who are almost always up for a dark o’clock morning run. I’ve been running at 5am (that means waking up at 4:30!) at least once or twice a week all season so far, with the promise of 1-5 other girls who will be bundled up and waiting for me at the park.
A few times I have gone to bed feeling ambitious and set the alarm for an early solo run, but without fail I shut that alarm off and roll over. Layering up and heading out by my lonesome is just not appealing enough to get me out of bed, nor do I have enough interest in the treadmill to lure me from the sheets.
Typical morning face at 5am:
Admittedly, that’s my post-run face – I’m not nearly so smiley when we start.
Tuesdays are generally a little tougher (and today was no exception) because I swim Monday nights and get home late, then I usually find myself wired and unable to fall asleep. I definitely could have stayed in bed much longer this morning, but I knew the girls were waiting for me and managed to drag myself out. I never regret it when I do! It’s a great feeling to finish a run before the sun even begins to glow on the horizon.
And that hot shower post-run feels sooooooo good! 🙂
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