This morning marked my first day back to scheduled training.
I set my alarm for 3:30 am, set out my running clothes (and reflective gear, since it is dark dark dark in Caratunk at 3:30 am), and even powered up my Garmin.
To be honest, when I went to bed, I wasn’t sure if I would actually get my butt out of bed or not.
But I knew work was going to be a long day and that this was the only way for me to fit this workout in. I didn’t want to start back up with a missed workout.
So I got up. It was raining.
Thinking of different ways to procrastinate, I snuggled with Porter, braided my hair, checked Facebook.
Finally, after about 15 minutes of screwing around, I decided to just go - I pulled on my running stuff and stepped outside.
I flicked on my headlamp and started running. From that first beam of light hitting the pavement, from that very first step – it was like seeing an old friend that I hadn’t seen in a while.
We (running and me) fell right into step, just like old times.
People have asked me why I train…I can’t really put it into words very well…except to say training makes me feel strong, and clear, and capable, and at 3:45 AM in the misty cold rain – it makes me feel a little bad ass.
Running on what I call the Caratunk Treadmill – I smiled as I passed all the dark houses with people still sleeping, wondered if the streetlights on the south side of town were ever going to work, and shivered as I heard the familiar howl of coyotes.
Dripping as I came through the door, I had a huge goofy smile on my face.
The clock read 4:45 am.
Not a bad start to the day, especially considering that most of the US was still in bed.
I had to be out the door by 5am, so I had just enough time to jump in the…
OK I didn’t shower. Sorry.
But I toweled off and put on deodorant. That is kind of like a shower.