I’ve always loved getting up really, really early. There is an excitement in the early morning rising, a day full of possibility and opportunity. To accomplish more before the sun rises than some do in an entire day. Maybe it stems from my childhood on a dairy farm and the pre-dawn milkings each day.
My mind is quiet, although perhaps a bit sluggish with sleep, and the house is still while everyone else sleeps. I tried to convince J to join me on these early morning adventures for the first several years we were together with no luck. The boy goes to work incredibly early so he treasures his Saturday morning slumber.
So it’s usually just me and my coffee while it’s dark outside.
I’m a chicken about running when it’s dark out and I never run before dawn on Saturdays. But this weekend, a few members of Savannah’s Moms Run This Town were running downtown. I met them at a MRTT social hour on Tuesday and they were all
completely normal not crazy really pretty so I planned to run with them.
They planned to do 6 miles which was admittedly terrifying for this solid 4-mile girl. But they followed Jeff Galloway’s method of interval running with scheduled walk intervals. I’ve never seriously ran intervals before but that Galloway guy may actually be on to something. The pace was a little slower but I felt so good that after 6 miles on intervals, I added a quick seventh mile to top off the run.
I felt surprisingly good afterwards except for a gnarly blister that’s been developing on the bottom of my left foot after longer runs. I wore moleskin on it during Saturday’s run which helped but it still looks bad.
When I got back to my car, I called J to let him know I was still alive and heard this on the other end of the line:
“E, do not put your sister in a head lock! B, get off of the kitchen table. Lu! You poop outside! Hon, are you on your way home yet?”
It was only 7:30 a.m.
And that is why I enjoy waking up before everyone else. To have that piece of quiet before the storm(s).
And I’d like to clarify, I’m referring to waking before 5 a.m. by my own choice. Being roused from slumber by crying children or a neighbor’s car alarm is not energizing – that’s cruel and torture and grounds for an entire day of whining and chocolate.
Are you an early riser? A night owl? A bit of both?