My training run didn’t happen yesterday because _________________ (insert laundry list combo of real, valid, lame, exhaustive reasons here.) The later it got in the day, the more I sensed my window of pavement freedom closing. Damn, I did this to myself, I thought.
I was pissed. I let this happen. I didn’t plan. I didn’t ask for what I needed. I didn’t make it a priority.
Now, a little known fact about me: I hate waking up early. And for that reason, I have always loathed the early morning run. I am eternally jealous of all of you whose ritual it is to get up before the world awakes and knock out your miles. Instead, I usually slog it out in the late afternoon or evening. A night hawk, for sure.
But for as much as I hate early morning runs…I hate missed opportunities even more. My training run didn’t happen because I wasn’t disciplined enough – mentally or logistically – to make it happen.
And so, last night, I placed my /purple/ no excuses flower ON TOP of my phone, which was set for 5:45 AM. I set my alarm to ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ by Journey. If I had the ladyballs to ignore my flower and my boy Steve Perry, SHAME ON ME. I laid my clothes out on the edge of my bed (purple sports bra, for good measure.)
And just before falling asleep, Tori called. As we were hanging up, I gave myself one last pity party. “Ugh. I hate morning runs. I do not want to do this.”
This morning, while fighting off my body’s clear disdain and shock, I had this text message from Tori waiting for me: “Get your ass up and go enjoy that run. The hardest steps are the first ones out the door. Kill it…so we can kill this day when you’re done. Now clip in purple – You got this.”
Yeah…think this woman was a coach in her former life? Geesh, even when she’s not with me, she’s with me! Love it. Love her.
5 miles done by 6:45 a.m.
I’m showered, upright and – wait for it…wait for it – it didn’t kill me.
No promises quite yet, but I’m optimistic this trend may continue. Stay tuned.
(And someone please check on me at 5:00 PM to make sure I’m still awake and breathing.)