I woke up at 5am this morning for my run. It was another one of those mornings that I felt like staying put, but after about 5 minutes of sitting at the edge of the bed I forced myself up, laced up my shoes and hopped back on the treadmill.
Running six miles on the treadmill is becoming a habit. I came across the graphic at the top of this post and found it fitting. The run is always welcoming and I have enjoyed the mornings I get to make it happen.
This morning was no different. Alone in the gym with only the sound of the treadmill it is easy to let the mind drift off to something other than the monontony of the conveour belt beneath you. The six miles came and went quick. 5 miles tomorrow, but Thursday I will be making the journey back to the town of Six Mile.