I forced myself awake at 5:15 a.m. today. And yesterday. I'm not much for mornings, or waking up, or opening my eyes, or peas, but that is neither here nor there. But I woke myself up to run. And boy, has it been beneficial.
I logged eight miles yesterday, and another eight this morning. That is 16 miles I can guarantee I would not have covered if I saved the feat for the evening. Mostly because my evenings look a lot like this:
I'm home now. I think I'll lay on the couch and watch Food Network until I fall asleep. Or I'll wander over to the bar for free vodka drinks. Or I'll eat Pick N Save sushi. Or I'll pluck my eye brows. Or I'll go on a date to the grocery store with Angela and come home with a pint of lemon sorbet, which I'll eat in its entirety. In 37 minutes. Or I'll take off my pants in an attempt to put on running clothes, and then not actually put on running shorts, and instead remain pantless for the night.
It's a vicious cycle. There are really too many distractions. I'm easily distracted. And amused. Obviously.
So I figured if I shift these running endeavors to the morning, I'll actually get them done. And by George, look at that, I ran 16 miles in two days. I feel energized and less stressed and more accomplished throughout the day, and all that other happiness balogna that comes along with cardiovascular exercise prior to normal waking hours.
Running in the wee hours - along the lake, no less - is awesome. There's no one else except the other runners and cyclists and walkers who are just as crazy as you are. And they're friendly. They all wave hello or grunt a morning greeting. I get all warm and fuzzy just thinking about it.
The sunrise over the lake is also worth the sweat.
But there are also random homeless folks hunched over on park benches, and that generally just elicits a, "La, la, la! I can't see you!" because A) I am afraid of strangers slumped over on benches, and B) homeless people make me sad.
I'll probably be one of them one day.
I'm going to keep up with this morning running routine until I decide, again, I'm far too lazy. But for now I'm on a roll, and I'll keep rolling.