I woke up this morning and just couldn’t pull myself out of bed to go for a run.  It was dark, cold and raining.  The cozy bed and an hour’s more sleep exerted a strong invitation to simply turn over and hit the snooze button.   I lay there for a few minutes luxuriating in the bliss of not having to face the pavement. It lasted about 5 minutes before my mind slowly turned to the running.  Once I fixated on my usual morning run, thoughts of sleep evaporated.

I lay there for another few minutes with my eyes wide shut before slowly sliding out from under the cover and stumbling in the dark to get my gear on. This was NOT going to be fun!

“Coffee!”  Thankfully there was enough left in the bag of Blue Mountain coffee.  That first sip was enough to clear my mind a little…maybe it wouldn’t be too bad after all.

A few minutes of gentle stretching…I don’t like stretching before a run… I headed out.  I promised myself a short, slow run I really wasn’t for.

Of course you know what happened next.  After 10 minutes or so of slow, heavy thumping, the blood started to flow, my head cleared and I picked up the pace.  Hmmmmm…what was that fabulous smell?  Floral scents mixed with the rain.

I turned that morning run into a fantastic tempo run and finished strong.  During my cool down walk back home I realized once again that running is my life.

Until next time…

Reggae Marathon RunninGuy

(Photo courtesy of Errol Anderson)