Things I love to love, more than I love to hate

Me and the boys on an early morning trail run. Photo by Brett Rivers.

This morning I got up at 4:50 and headed out to meet up with Brett, Nathan and some others for our Thursday morning trail run hammerfest. I don't think we start out thinking it will be a hammerfest, but inevitably, someone feels good and we all try to follow. Or in my case, I just try not to make them wait too long.

4:50am is freaking early. Not nearly as the 4:20am or something my mom gets up at, but its early. The alarm goes off and I just want to throw my phone against the wall. I rarely wake up at that hour and go, "wahoo! I am so glad to be awake". Darkness has that effect on me, because in the summer I routinely wake up naturally just after 5. It is pretty easy to talk yourself out of getting up at that time. I spent about 10 minutes trying to come up with a legit reason not to get up. Sure, unlike my running partners, I don't have to show up at the office at a certain time, but that is not a good enough reason not to. I got my butt out of bed, got dressed and headed out the door. And I am glad I did. I never regret a good run like that.

When I lived in Atlanta this time last year, I got up at 5am pretty much everyday and did my morning run and was in the office before 9. I really liked having that routine. I would work all day, come home, lace up and do a nice evening recovery run before either cooking a nice meal, going out with friends or taking the crazy dog for a long walk. I liked that routine. As I have said, I am someone who thrives when I have a routine. I am way more motivated when I have boundaries and constraints. See I even like to make a routine out of talking about how much I like routine. And I am thinking that what I need to do is just commit to my self-prescribed schedule. Until such time as my work situation changes and I am required to be somewhere at an appointed time, I am just going to live the life as if. I am so much more productive and happy when I don't spend my time thinking about what I am going to do and instead just do it.

It was a kick ass run, except for Nathan taking a header and cutting himself up pretty bad. War wounds! I like getting up early, even if I am sleepier later in the day. I know there are people militantly in both camps (pro-early, anti-early), and I definitely don't take up with either. I don't like to get up early because I think it makes me hardcore. I like to get up early because it helps me feel human and alive. And that is a nice feeling.

I laugh at myself for how serious all of these postings have sounded. But the reality of the situation is that I am essentially talking to myself here and trying to keep myself on the right path. I find it very humorous indeed. Silly me!