The morning run that almost wasn’t

There are days when the sun is shining and the birds are singing. I feel fantastic. When I get out of bed, I have a spring in my step. I can’t wait to run. 

This was not one of those days. 

I overslept this morning. When I finally woke up, my head felt fuzzy. I got out of bed reluctantly and dressed in my running clothes, mostly because those were the only clothes I laid out last night. I did NOT want to run.

I sat on the couch for nearly an hour, doing some light reading for work and generally procrastinating. I knew I should run – I just didn’t want to. 

Last night I talked to my friend Theresa, who was planning to run this morning, and I agreed to run also. It’s a good thing too. If I didn’t know she was running, if I hadn’t agreed to run, I probably wouldn’t have run at all! (As an aside, Theresa needs a nickname. Any suggestions?)

I finally dragged myself out of the house and began running. It wasn’t easy. I wasn’t surprised – the first mile is usually difficult, as I’m finding my rhythm. But I kept running. 


I wouldn’t say it got easier, exactly, but it got better. As I found my rhythm, it was hard but it began to feel slightly more comfortable. 

At the 2 mile mark, I was chased by an adorable black Lab puppy. Her owner had brought her into the yard, and she (presumably) wanted to go for a run! She was cute, and I didn’t mind the interruption. 


After another quarter mile or so, I discovered this penny. It’s not much but it’s a pleasant surprise. 

Considering how much I didn’t feel like running, my pace was surprisingly strong. By the last half mile, I was holding a steady 13:30 pace, which is outstanding for me right now. 

I’m pleased that I fought through it and made it out there. Accountability helps. I’d like to get back to running 3-4 miles, 3 days per week, and 6-8 miles on Saturdays. It feels good to be closer to that goal.