There wasn't an early morning singing song today (did anyone get that reference besides my parents and aunts?), but there was an early morning run - the first of such that I've done since the marathon. Five miles, to be exact, including hills.
I think the weekend in Stowe re-invigorated my love for running, so between that, the weight I've gained and the fact that Noah's about to dump me for a carbon fiber triathlon bike that's far more aerodynamic, fast and shiny than I could ever hope to be, I decided it was time to stop being slothful and get back into my workout groove. No more using "but I have plans tonight" as an excuse to not run. For the love of God, Brenda, set the alarm, get out of bed and throw on the sneaks.
I slogged along my out-and-back on the marathon course at a little more than a 9-minute pace while listening to a few good tunes, sucking in the damp humid air and fantasizing about the new sneakers I'm going to buy in a few weeks - both my Mizunos and Sauconys are nearing the end of their lives and have served me well. Nothing special about this run, other than the fact that I actually woke up to do it and that I totally enjoyed it. Hopefully, I can stick with it! Desperate times, folks...
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