I promise this blog won't become a documentary of my running life but I do want to share a moment from this mornings run.
First of all, kudos to me for hauling my butt out of bed at 5 AM on a Sunday. Dena was not a happy camper when her alarm went off and even less of one when she got out of bed and Blair rolled back over and went to sleep. I loathe being the first one up.
But I fed the cats, started the coffee, put on my running clothes and had a nice, long stretching session while I waited for the sun to come up. I headed out the door at 5:30 AM.
What a fantastic time to run. Minimal traffic, the birds were in a frenzy of song, and the world felt quiet, like an infant just on the verge of waking from slumber. I ran for 45 minutes and (please no jinx, please no jinx) it was easy. Covered 4 1/2 miles with no problem.
Along the way I saw 8 cats (how happy was I?) lounging in yards and on top of cars. Two rabbits darted from the underbrush in front of me and a field of horses raised their heads from feeding to watch me trot by. There was a momentary hesitation on my part when I came to the rooster and chicken in the road and the rooster let me know with loud crowing that HE was the boss around here. But he shuffled the chicken off to the side and I passed by without incident.
I came home, showered, and read the paper. "How do you feel?" asked Blair.
"I feel great!," I answered. "What a magnificent way to kick off the day! I could do anything!"
Then sleep deprivation set in. I crawled into bed about 8:30 and slept solid for an hour.
Okay, so the program needs a little fine tuning. But I believe the goal now will be to run on Tues/Thursday/Sunday mornings with one evening run thrown in.
Part of the fun is that it's still new. I'm a little worried what happens when the monotony sets in. Nothing to do but wait and see.