Taken on a run earlier this week ^^^ can you believe how foggy and blah of a summer morning this was?!
Life is busy right now.
We don’t have kids and life is busy. Work, family, friends – there is always some sort of scheduling conflict which leaves us trying to fit things into every spare minute of our schedules. And this fall is just going to be bonkers since I’ll be cramming school into the mix. I’ve got one year left in the Master of Journalism degree I’m chipping away at (full disclosure – I spelled journalism wrong the first time I wrote it out there – either I’m really tired right now or I just chose a challenging degree for myself … attention to detail: notsomuch.)
At any rate, I’ve found an extra hour in the day! I’m probably stating the obvious… no let me rephrase that; I know I’m stating the obvious – you can get a lot more done when you get up earlier in the morning.
I choose to use this time for running.
I think as we get older, we start to lose a sense of what we need to do for ourselves (regardless or whether or not you have kids). It’s expected that you leave your selfish ways behind as you grow older. For the most part, I’m 100% on board with not living selfishly… I think it makes for a more healthy life. But, I easily lose perspective and tend to find myself pulled in 20 different directions more often then not. I like to be busy (probably to a fault). I also really hate to disappoint friends and I have a really, really hard time saying no to being the “organizer.” And I lose sleep over the relationships that I’ve lost touch with, just because there are only so many hours in the week and minutes in the day.
I can’t believe how much I have grown to love morning runs.
That time on the sidewalk, or the side of the road with just me, myself and I is pretty nice. It’s peaceful and encouraging to know that I can get my legs pumping in the minutes I used to be trying to drag them over the side of the bed in an effort to make myself vertical. And on top of that, I used to suffer the headache of trying to find the will to get some exercise in when I got home from work (which hardly ever ended up happening) or I’d have to cart running gear to work to fit something in over the lunch hour. Now by lunch time I’ve already tackled one thing for me.
Cheers to that. The early bird, is a happy bird.