It is so warm under those covers, and I really want to just stay right there.
OK. I rip myself out of bed, put on my glasses. Bailey wastes no time and takes my place, he puts his big hairy butt right on my pillow, the jerk. John pets him and tells him he is a good boy as Bailey's tail goes thump thump thump on the bed. I am sure they are both back asleep before I am out the bedroom door.
I wander downstairs, fumble around for the light switch. Force my contacts into my eyes, brush my teeth, and note the thick frost on the trucks outside. I also note the temperature is
I remind myself that 20 degrees is going to be T-shirt weather come Feburary, and will myself to continue moving forward.
Since I slept in my running clothes for that day (What? Doesn't everyone?), I just had to pull on some socks, tie up my running shoes, and grab a warm hat. Mentally, I am just not into this right now, I am kind of more into getting back into bed and sleeping another hour.
"Come on Mandy," I tell myself as I feel my resolve start to dwindle, "it is only 4 miles, you always have 4 more miles in you, no matter what." I force myself out the door, about 10 minutes from wake up to running. Some would say that is quick, (what no breakfast? Coffee? Tea?) but for a shorter run less than 6 miles, that is pretty much how I roll (Hi Ange! I don't eat before my super early morning runs!)
As soon as I start running, I am thrilled to be out there. My breath comes out in little white puffs as I run through town, past all of the dark houses, people still in their warm covers. Early runs in the winter mean I am running the Main Street Treadmill. Not overly exciting, but it gets the job done without me getting hit by a log truck, which is always nice.
The time and miles pass quickly - when you are running back and forth under the lights of a town with 60 people in it, it is pretty easy to let your mind go blank. Sometimes I get to see a moose, but not this morning, which is OK, because I am pretty content just to be moving in the cool morning.
As I finish my third lap by the houses in town, a few lights turn on. People are just getting up, rubbing their eyes, turning on their coffee machines. The fact that I put 4 miles in before they even got out of bed makes me smile.
Only 275 days until Ironman Lake Placid!