This morning I dragged my ass out of bed to go run with none of the enthusiasm of Day 1. Grumpy and tired, I definitely would’ve skipped had I not made a public commitment to follow the damn program.
So I dressed, picked up a green tea, drove to the lake and donned my headphones. I passed the geese that normally honk hellos to me and envied their ability to sleep in this morning. I kept waiting for the “high” I usually get after a few minutes warming up, but it didn’t come.
The initial ache in my low back and hips disappeared by the one-mile marker. But not my bad attitude. It lingered until I completed the run. Satisfaction crept in as I stretched my tight muscles.
If I hadn’t honored my commitment, I would’ve beat myself up about it all day. That negative inner dialogue is relentless and exhausting.
But today there is silence. That is the best gift from this morning and well worth the 30 minutes it took to get it.