Sunday, was weird. There was no alarm or intent, I just woke up at 4 am and gave life my best shot.
I have to say, it was quite amazing.
My only “plan” of the day was to meet friends at 7:30 for a run, which is normally a daunting hour, but by the time I cleaned the kitchen, bedroom, and did some laundry, it was still only 5:30. I was smack dab in the “go back to bed danger zone.”
But I kept moving.
I woke Mattie and tugged her for a walk, took out trash, and did a little writing. I was closing in on 7 am and it really felt like I could pull this off.
From 7 to 7:15 I did a few leg warm ups and light stretching. I filled my water bottle and jumped in the car with a small sweat and actually prepared for a run.
What happened next was nothing special, but felt perfect.
We took off together and kept a sub 9 pace for 8.8 miles. We talked about current events and genuinely had a peaceful run.
We ended with a climb up Mount Nasty, which always pushes the blood a little faster. Your heart pounds and discussion goes away. It’s not for the meek, but you are always a better runner for having ascended.
I a little post-run coffee and muffin. Went home, cleaned a bit more, watched a few minutes of college hoops Game Day, then staggered to my room for an incredibly passionate nap.
My day felt complete and it wasn’t even noon. Everything after the nap was gravy.
The moral of the story: When you’re awake, be awake.