This morning, I woke up at 6:00 am sharp, after less than 3 1/2 hours of sleep, and bounced out of bed for an outdoor run - craving it. I was greatly rewarded. A chorus of morning birds cheered me on (much better music than at the Country Music City Marathon) as I ran down Oaks Drive and when I turned to go east on Old Hickory Blvd. - what a sight I beheld: My friend, the Sun, was making a grand entrance, painting the sky with a purply, redish, orange color. Too beautiful to imagine.
I let gravity and my body weight pull me down the hills - enjoying the exhilaration of running faster than most people would ever dream of - even if chased by wild dogs. This didn't work quite as well going back west and against the wind - but my legs picked up the slack. 30 minutes and no knee pain later, I ran up the last hill to my house feeling better than I've felt in a long, long time.
Man, if everybody who reads my blog does NOT become a runner, I have failed miserably. Anyway, we'll see what my body has to say about all this in a few hours... But for now I'll enjoy the thrill - and my morning oatmeal.
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you've inspired me, dear tabita. I've never been a morning runner, but per your testimonials, I been giving it a try & it's wonderful!
3 1/2 HOURS OF SLEEP!?!?
THREE AND ONE HALF HOURS?!
I'm a little cranky this morning despite twice that amount of sleep!
What's your secret?
Katie: Yay! How are the sunrises up there in Wisconsin?
Balaji: The secret is in the post - Running and oatmeal... ;) Good friends and a positive attitude help as well. :)
just beautiful
:oD
Every night I dream that I'm running. When I wake up, I'm exhausted from the miles and miles I've run through the night. Then I check my email.
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