I hate running.
I’ve always wanted to enjoy it.
For the past two weeks, I’ve set my alarm for 4:30 am. For the past two weeks, I turned it off. Not today.
I got up, and I hit the streets of Tremont.
I thought that running first thing in the morning would make me feel awesome.
When I finished, I kind of felt like I was going to throw up. My teeth and lungs hurt from the cold. I’m still coughing if I breathe in too deeply (it’s almost 8 am). I wasn’t as awake and invigorated as I expected.
The worst, though, was my dog’s reaction. He seemed so sad when I left him alone early this morning. I know he knew that I just went out for a run, and all he wanted when I came home was to go outside with me.
Which leads me to think … Tomorrow I’m going to try predawn dogwalking. Or jogging, if he’ll let me.
I still get some physical activity in. So does Cisco. And we get a little bonding time.
I’ll try running again later this week, but in the afternoon, and see how it feels later in the day.
At any rate, I know I took some strides in a positive direction. I’m proud that I pushed myself. I know I can do it. I just have to keep pushing.