I’m not a fan of early runs but, such is my schedule at the minute, it’s realistically the only opportunity I have to do so at present. Even then, I’ve been a bit hit and miss at getting out on the roads first thing. Today, however, I was awake before my alarm went off and able to crawl out of bed and into my running gear. It was a chilly but dry morning and the sky was a blanket of stars to complement my chilly breath.
3.5 miles later and my head matched the sky with regards its clarity. The tiredness was gone and I felt fresh and alert, prepared for another day. The benefits of a morning run always outweigh the negatives. It’s just a matter of taking that first step and overcoming the persuasive voice in your head telling you to stay beneath the duvet in your comfort (able) zone. When the run is over and the dust has settled that voice is vanquished.
I doubt I will ever reach the running times and distances I acquired when training for marathons. That was a different kind of running. Others placed me under pressure to go faster and longer and I fell for it. Looking back it took the pleasure out of running. Any enjoyment of a personal best was short-lived as I looked towards the next race. I wasn’t happy and it was all about looking good on the outside and stroking my inflated ego.
These days I’m seeking to look after my inner self. I’m slower and a few pounds heavier but my mental health is precious and I’m prepared to fight for it. Running is a key component in ensuring I remain stable and strong. So, I might not look a pretty sight puffing round my village at the crack of dawn but I don’t really care. I’m no longer out to impress others. I’m doing it for myself and my family. Tomorrow I will run.