my alarm goes off at 5:25 AM and i roll out of bed right with a few moans and groans. groggy, i stumble into the washroom to splash some water on my face and brush my teeth. my hair gets pulled back in a ponytail and i pull on my workout gear. (read: lululemon pants and a t-shirt made out some space age breathable stay-dry material. i bought it because i liked the design on the front; it says 'run' in many different languages. awesome.)
i go downstairs and tie on my running shoes, which are slowly getting a little more broken in. then comes my favourite part.
outside, the air is still fresh, dew clinging to the grass. the early birds are busy getting their worms, and are boasting proudly to boot. i start off with a brisk walk, eventually breaking into a slow jog. the road is a little wet - maybe it rained last night? most other people on my street are just barely waking up; there are even fewer getting into their cars. it's just me and my avian buddies, watching the sun come up.
the morning sky is gorgeous - it's all muted shades of pink and purple. it often reminds me of sunset, but holding more energy and promise for the day to come.
my running time is a little slice of me-time, slipped in before anyone else awake. it's my quiet time. my slow time. the best part is, i don't really notice the lungs-exploding feeling as much as i thought i would.
yeah, i'm starting to like this running thing.
(what lil things do you do in the morning to set yourself up for a good day?)
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