So, this morning saw the comeback of my 4:30am runs. I know I’m crazy, even I know I am crazy for running at this time or even attempting to get out of bed (take into consideration that I only got INTO bed at 4:30am on Sunday morning.)
That being sad when I heard my alarm clock go off this morning a little piece of me died inside. I then continued to tap “snooze” for the next 10minutes – At one point I contemplated throwing my phone against the wall (I have phone anger because my beautiful new phone got stolen on Saturday or rather Sunday morning at a club and until insurance gives me a new phone I have to use my old Blackberry with the annoying track pad). I fought with myself for 20minutes and in Zombie mode just started putting on my trainers and before I knew it, I was in my running gear with my iPod in and out the door.
Have I told you lately how much I love running? There is nothing greater than the sense of accomplishment you feel when you finish a run that quite frankly, I didn’t want to start. That’s why I run. No matter how much I don’t want to run at the start the runners high and the happiness I feel right now sitting at my desk cos makes it all totally worth it – that’s why I carry on running.
I don’t run to win.
I don’t run to beat my times (if it happens I’m amped but its never the goal)
I don’t run for anyone else
I run for me
I notch up the km’s for me
It makes ME feel good!
…Till I run again…