*Alarm goes off at 4AM*
$#&%^
*Hit the snooze button*
*Sleepily pet the cat (who’s been waiting an hour for you to wake up) ask myself if I really have to do this*
*Alarm goes off, again*
*Turn off the alarm, this time. Deep sigh, and check the weather conditions*
*Change into the running clothes. Let the dog out. Grab the running shoes. Try not to loathe the dog’s early morning cheerfulness*
*Grab the watch. Out the door. Wait for the GPS watch to find the signal. And I’m off*
*Do the work of run, walk, run, walk. Savor the dark, the playlist, and the early-morning solitude*
*Make my way back home feeling like I can conquer the world*
Now for the rest of the day.
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The first day of my training week is Monday, which always seems to be the hardest day of the week to get out the door and run. Barring a few variations, the scene you read above will play out every Monday morning through the end of the year.
And yet, when I don’t cave in, it’s always worth it.
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