
Its been almost just a little over a month since I set out on my fitness goal of running 500 miles this year. I'm a little behind my goal of running 10 miles a week, but as I increase my distance, I think it will average out and I'll make up for lost time. I'm running 2.5-3 miles each run now.
Here's a little glimpse into what my mornings are like lately:
At 5 am, the alarm goes off. I hit snooze and think about how much I hate getting out of bed, especially since I have usually been out of bed at least once already to nurse a certain baby who has not decided that sleeping through the night is worth his while yet.
Between 5 am and 5:20, I hit snooze several more times, still thinking about how this whole "rising early" thing is really just a dumb (bad!) idea - doesn't a mommy need her sleep?
Finally, I grit my teeth, roll my eyes, and heave myself out of bed. Actually, I just go ahead and decide to get up, but there's alot of internal moaning and groaning to myself. Boy, how I hate getting out of bed!
By 5:45 I'm generally downstairs, freezing (our basement is a bit on the chilly side), and starting the treadmill. The entire time, I'm thinking "Why am I doing this?! I hate this!"
As I warm-up and begin to run, I steel myself for the fact that the next half hour to 45 minutes is going to be mind-numbingly boring and physically challenging. Despite the fact that I listen to good sermons* on my ipod while I run, it is still... boring. I think again about how much I hate this. I count down mileage and the minutes as I go.
A little over one mile into it, and I'm starting to forget how much I hate it. I'm getting into the rhythm of my feet and legs moving, my lungs taking air in, letting it out, and I feel... good. I play a little with the speed of the treadmill, check my calories burned, think hard about the message I'm listening to, and praise God.
Suddenly, I'm done, and I don't want to be. I want to keep running, keep pounding away, sweating, breathing, moving. I don't hate it. In fact, I love running. I have always loved running. Why do I ever think I hate it?
I cool down, towel off, go upstairs and log my miles. Hop into the shower and feel refreshed, healthy, and energized. I make myself a snack, and settle down for some time in the Word before the house begins to stir. I'm so glad I got myself up and made my way through another early morning workout. I can't wait to run again tomorrow!
...that is, until the alarm goes off the next morning, and I start the same scenario all over again!
*here are some podcasts I listen to while running: