It's dark outsode. Pre-dawn with only the occasional passing bus to brighten up my route through Central Etobicoke. I put on my 'dark' running gear, walk down the 4 flights of stairs into the cool morning air. I do love fall!
After a minute or so of brisk walking...my version of warming up...I break into a slow jog. That lasts for a few minutes until my brain and legs begin to talk to each other: "Crap...he really is serious about running again this morning".
Most days I get to the sweet spot quickly: legs turning over rapidly (160 times a minute is the goal), breathing deep and regular, mind blank. But some days no matter how hard I try, not so much. On those days I go scatterbrained:
- Why did that raccoon cross the road? Dam...that's a big raccoon!! Hope he's more scared of me than I am of him.
- Will I be delayed on the TTC this morning?
- My son is getting married!! Yikes...when did he grow up?
- Gotta loose some weight...carrying this extra Muffin Top around sucks. Running with it sucks even more.
- I should walk for a few minutes. Nope, keep running!
- I've been running for 30 years...why doesn't it get any easier.
- Will my client make my candidate an offer today? Will my candidate accept it?
- "Stop thinking about work!"
- Why are my lungs screaming for air?
- Oh, oh...here comes that hill again. Why did I pick this route?
On those mornings running isn't fun...thankfully though it's over relatively quickly. What keeps me running is knowing that tomorrow is another day...
Until next time...