Anyone remember that song by Neil Sedaka?
*** Crickets ***
I really, really have to quit dating myself with stuff like this, you know?
It’s funny because I’ll notice someone posted something at about 4 AM on their blog and think, what are you doing up THAT early… then it dawns on me that it’s only 5 AM where I am and oh by the way, they were on the East Coast, so it was 6 when they posted so they were up later than me.
Ask any of my friends from college, i have never been a morning person. Ever. The beauty of living on campus in a small college was that an 8 AM class meant I could sleep til 7:55. And I despised getting up that early. And now here I am, one of those old fogeys who’s getting up at 5 AM.
I blame it on Foghorn and Leghorn, our two black labs (the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent and really annoying and noisy). We always call them the bark alarm, and they have this thing about waking up at 5 and begging to get out. And as time goes on, I’ve come to enjoy sitting with a cup of coffee after letting them out, reading, or the last few weeks getting ready for a run.
And then this morning I wake up at 4:30… no sense going back to sleep now, so there is only one thing to do. Wake up the dog.
They looked really pissed about having their sleep interrupted like that.
Revenge is kinda sweet, isn’t it?
Sunday was long run day, 6 miles this time. We did a 2 mile loop around a park, I actually got lapped by some in the group who finished lap 3 before I finished my second. It dawned on me there are a lot of people (and not just the super elite runners) who can do a half marathon in the time it took me to run 6 miles.
There’s two ways I can look at this. I can be really depressed about how slow I am.
Or I can take heart. Look at it this way, people: I ran for a long enough time to able to do a half marathon. Being able to run continuously for nearly an hour and a half is no small matter. At least not to me.
And I could still walk later in the day. I couldn’t say that after run/walking the Bolder Boulder a few months ago. I was toast, let me tell you. And I remember thinking I’d never be able to do that distance completely running.
I just did!
I’m feeling a bit psyched now. Enough so that I’m over how it’s way too stinking early to be awake, and I’m thinking it’s time to get out and run.