Lauren woke me up at 5:00 this morning, so instead of crawling back into bed, I decided today would be a good day to try to get myself on an a.m. running schedule. There are many good reasons to run in the morning:
1) David can keep sleeping while Lauren sleeps in her bassinet. They are both happy with that arrangement and neither of them is missing me, as opposed to when I run in the evenings.
2) I don’t mess with everybody’s eating schedule when I run in the morning. It botches us up when I go in the evening, because I have to run after David gets home from work and before it gets dark. You know, that period usually called supper time?
3) Races are always (mostly) held in the mornings. I should learn to embrace the morning run.
Blah, blah, blah.
As much as I rhapsodized about my 4 mile run the other evening, I would now like to denounce running in the morning. My main point of contention: in the a.m., as I get hotter, so does the weather. In the evening, the lovely opposite happens. Also, my joints are very stiff in the morning. My legs feel like lead, and it’s just not fun. I’m sure this could be remedied by a good stretching and warm-up routine, but that would require getting up even earlier. Sacrilege!
Anyway, I made it 2.8 miles this morning. But I only ran the first 2.5. And that’s all there is to say about that!
My hips already hurt,