Morning Run

I did not run on Sunday, which is typically my day for my long-ish runs because that is the day I usually have the most time.

However this Sunday I was a little off my game because of the huge margarita I had the night before. Night out with grown ups is always fun, but I definitely paid for it yesterday and the mere thought of running wore me out!

So, instead, I got up at 5 this morning, slept-walk my way to the treadmill and pressed start. My body was so confused and I felt like a robot trying to tell my arms and legs how to move. I slogged my way through the first mile, then moved a little faster through the second, and by the time I got to mile 3 I was in the zone. Unfortunately by that time it was time to hit stop and hit the shower.

But now, I am at work and feel like a million bucks that I already ran a 5 K today! The feeling of satisfaction, pride and accomplishment that I feel after a run is the only motivation I need to get up and get running!