It isn’t often I get my tired butt out of bed before 6 AM just to run. I always think to myself, “I’ll do it later” and then I do. Sleep is just far more gratifying at that hour than trotting around while half asleep. Let’s face it, as healthy as I try to be, running just seems like the most ridiculous prospect in the wee hours of the morning. Hey, I am just being honest friends.
This morning, you won’t believe it but I woke up at 5:40 AM. Where is my gold star? I popped a piece of toast in the toaster (which burned, big surprise) so I toasted another and had a few sips of water. I ate my food and pushed myself slowly out the door. I live in southern California, and it’s July for crying out loud and get this, it was raining on me! How cruel, San Diego. The one day I decide to roll myself out of bed and onto the streets of my hood the sky decides to drop fluids on me the entire way. I know what you’re thinking, I am such a wimp. I won’t deny it, because to be honest it wasn’t really raining. It was drizzling, but STILL, it was not fun, okay? This is the reason I moved away from Chicago; to avoid nasty weather at all costs.
By the time I returned to my warm and dry abode I felt like I deserved a nap. But, of course I had to get ready for work. I threw my soggy self in the shower and off I went to my 8-5. Now the day is over and my run was done before I even had time to think about it. As much of a complainer as I am, I am sure glad I ran my lazy booty around in the drizzle this morning. Now I can go eat some vegan fro-yo and enjoy this evening.
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