I figured I can do a mile in (roughly) ten minutes, so I set my alarm for ten minutes earlier than normal. I had all my stuff laid out, so all I had to do was throw on some clothes and my shoes, and head out. And I did! It was hard to not think about every last excuse not to do it. Hella hard. But once I got moving it actually seemed pretty normal. Peaceful too, since I seemed to be the only human outside at such an insane hour of the day.
I need to consider that cotton is not good material to run in. I wanted to make it as easy as possible to get out the door, so I ran in what I slept in, with a couple extra layers in the form of a sweatshirt and pants. No good. I just need to lay out the right stuff, because even a mile made me wet and cold. And now I feel badly for not taking my dog out for her morning stroll like I had been doing. I can get myself out the door, but not her? That doesn’t seem very nice, so I’m going to have to figure that out. The problem is that she can’t run with me. I’ll have to do my thing, then go back and take her out to do hers. At the moment I’m happy with the fact that I got out at all.
Happy first Friday of 2015.