It’s the latest I ever get up (unless I forget to set the alarm clock and don’t wake up before then for some strange reason or if I’m really sick). Workdays are two hours before that. Earlier if I want to run before I need to be at my desk.
T Junior and Mr. T like to sleep in. And by sleeping in, I mean 8 and 9, respectively. I can get up and run 3, 4, 5 miles, then shower and sometimes even have a nice cup of coffee before they are up.
I like it this way. I like getting my workout done and out of the way. Not that running is a chore.
I like to run. But I hate to run when I think it’s taking away time from something else I should be doing. Getting up early frees me from this guilt.
Friday morning, though, Mr. T was getting up early. (I also read on the news later that Hell froze over.) He was taking his good friend to the hospital for an appointment. I was tired Thursday night and knew I’d want to sleep in a little (6). I knew I could not do this, run and be back by the time Mr. T was going to need to leave. So I threw out the idea of an outside run and decided I would run on the treadmill after Mr. T left and before T Junior woke.
As luck would have it, I woke up at 5:30. I was so thirsty from dinner out the night before, there was no way I could go back to sleep. But I was also way too parched to run. So I wrote a blog post and read some blogs. At 6:30, I crawled back in bed for a catnap before Mr. T left. I thought, “I’ll run on the treadmill before T Junior gets up.” Except, then I heard T Junior at 7.
Ack! We were all messed up.
I didn’t end up getting on the ‘mill till about 8 and I felt bad letting T Junior watch the Sprout Channel while I ran.
I also felt bad that I had to watch the Sprout Channel while I ran. Not good workout entertainment.
On tap was Thursday’s missed 4-mile progression run…I thought. Turns out, I was only supposed to do 3 miles. My plan, created be Coach Tall Mom, instructs me to begin at a 9:30 pace for the first mile, then increase my speed 10-20 seconds per mile afterward. I wanted to quit about one and a half minutes into the run.
I felt heavy and thirsty and tired. Not Sprout-errific at all, in fact. Chica, the puppet from the Sprout morning show, was annoying the $hit out of me. So that didn’t help.
I willed myself to keep going. It’s only about 30 minutes. You got this. But 30 minutes on the treadmill is like an eternity, especially if you aren’t listening to music or watching something age-appropriate on TV. Every quarter-mile, I told myself: One more quarter-mile, then see if you want to quit. And guess what?
I wanted to quit.
After every quarter-mile.
So I just had to keep saying that and I am not really sure how I finished this run at all. But I did. And I’m glad I did, of course. Afterward, T Junior wanted a turn, so we did a little cool down together before going downstairs for a proper breakfast.
Today, was a great reminder of why I get up early to run. If only I could get myself to get up early to…
-Write things I get paid for.
-Clean the house.
-Catch up on the five TiVo’d episodes of So You Think You Can Dance.
-Ride my bike.
Do you like to get up early? Do you get up early just for running or do you get other things accomplished?
Day 12 of Sub-2-Half training:
4 Miles – Progression Run
Avg pace: 9:07
Mile 1: 9:31
Mile 2: 9:13
Mile 3: 8:57
Mile 5: 8:41