Now, first I got to tell you, I am NOT a morning person. AT. ALL. (Obviously if I've been 'talking' about getting up at 4:30am for 2 months now, but only just got up this morning, it signals 'not a morning person'.) You should just stay away from me in the mornings. Stay far far away. Until I have at least a bathtub of coffee, there could be violence and definitely there is NO clear thinking. (Although for some reason my adorable husband does not follow the 'do not bother, its too early in the morning' rules. He loves to pick on me. Like a ornery 10 year old mischievous stupid boy type of picking on me. Like gives me a wet willy while I'm still dreaming of frosty beverages and sandy beaches. Someone remind me why I married that man.)
So for me to actually be up, then to be up contemplating anything, straight off puts me in a.....mood. Who freaking contemplates at 4:40 in the morning?! No one! Especially not a non-morning person.
Wanna know what I was contemplating? Ya, I bet you do.
Just normal everyday things. Like:
Ummm, it's dark outside. Like really dark outside. Scary crazed boogeymen prey on stupid 'I think I can run' females in the dark. Outside. What if I'm just jogging along and I don't see that broken up pavement, then faceplate on the concrete....2 miles from my house? What if I'm running and some rabid Cujo comes running out of a back yard and bites my ass? What if aliens decide to 'study' the livelihood Park Shity this morning, then see me hocking loogies and coughing up a lung and think 'Well, that looks like an interesting specimen to bring back to Planet Usuckatrunning, lets beam it up shall we'? I could avoid the scary and just go to work super early....now that I'm up....and run after work. But I know I won't. Because I'm a loser after work. I should run now. If I get sucked up by aliens, then lets just hope they have booze and shoe stores.
Seriously. These are my thoughts.
So I quit contemplating, got ready and tip toed out into the night....I mean morning. And you know what, it wasn't that bad. It was actually kind of nice. It was quiet, no bastard farmer in his Dodge dually trying to run me off the road, no kids walking their dog straight into my legs, no white trash no teethed mullet screaming at me from their low-rider 1983 S10 pickup. It was super nice. And Cujo did make an appearance, by the way, but it didn't bite my ass off, just followed all sweetly behind me for about a block and then turned around. Pretty sure I had to stop and check my pants after I realized he was behind me. Damn dogs that don't make a peep when they trot up to a person! In the freaking DARK! Leash your dogs people! Or get a damn fence. Jeesh.
And you know what else happened this early morning, on my run? I got another PR!!! New record for a 5K is 31:29!!! Woop woop! How is that even possible when last week I ate 4 sticks of butter, 9 cases of beer, and didn't run at all? How, I ask you, how? But I really don't care, because I did it! And I'm so proud of myself!
One little itty bitty tiny thing is I set a 'challenge' this week to run Monday thru Friday (totally inspired by my twinkie Angela) and didn't get up yesterday. So right off, my little challenge is an epic fail. But!!! I'm still going to keep trucking even though I didn't get all my days.....my new pair of TOMS will just have to wait. (That was my 'reward' for getting up 5 days this week.) There's always next week to try it again!
Now I will leave you with a new purchase on my little vacation last weekend. Yes, yes, I will get pics up soon....hopefully tonight....of the vacay, just keep your granny panties on. Anywhoozle, here's the new super pretty scarf I bought:
|Wow, that picture doesn't even look like me. Well hi there flat hair. And abnormally large schnoz. Lovely. Just lovely.|
I am now a scarf person. Does this make me more cool? Lord I hope so.