Being mostly a morning runner, I have a love / hate relationship with my early (5:15am) mornings. As it gets hotter here in Florida, I won’t have the option of running any time but the mornings. Also, eatting dinner together as a family is very important to us and if I run when Jon gets home from work, it throws a wrench in dinner. As hard as it is to get out of bed some mornings, I never ever regret it once I get going. Yesterday morning I barely BARELY got myself running. Every ounce in me fought it. I barely dragged myself out of bed. I took forever putting on my runner clothes (seriously, how long should that take?!) and as I put my shoes on, I heard a bit of rain coming down. I seriously debated just laying on the couch and sleeping until Jon woke up. That’s all I wanted at that moment. I walked outside and stood in the driveway thinking do I really want to do this? Oh the battle going on inside my head! I managed to walk to the end of the driveway and started running. Shew. It’s so true – you never a regret a run you DO, only runs you do NOT do.
I know some people can live fine on not much sleep. I am NOT one of those people. I thrive on 8-9 hours, with the occassional 10 hour night :) Yet morning running often means I only get 7-7.5. I compensate with a LOT of coffee!
I say all that, making it sound like I loathe these morning runs. As I said, it is definitely love / hate. There are parts I love! It makes it simple to wake up, run, shower … and then go about our day. The run is done, and I don’t have to think about it again until setting my alarm that evening.