I had a great run on the treadmill this morning. It's hard to reconcile how much I love and hate getting up early to run.
There is nothing better than getting a run in at the start of the day. I don't have to worry about trying to fit it in later on (which rarely happens these days). I don't feel guilt for small indulgences. I work out my stress and tension.
There is nothing worse than getting up before 6am. I rarely go to bed "on-time". I do best on 8ish hours of sleep. Usually I end up with -6-7ish. It's totally my own fault. Evenings are my relaxing time, time with the husband and I let it stretch out. I love being cozy in bed and I am a slow rouser.
But mornings are still best for me. I'm just not comfortable with running in the dark, so treadmill in the garage it is. At least my treadmill faces the rising sun. I enjoy watching the sky fade from dark to pink to light. And I actually don't mind running on the treadmill a few times a week. I enjoy gauging my pace and distance, pushing myself and aiming for certain goals. Even though my Nike+ is a great help on the streets it doesn't give me as much feedback during a run.
So last night I laid my running clothes out on the couch and set my alarm. I can label my alarms on my iphone and the one that goes off at 5:45am is "Run Mama Run" which pops up when the alarm goes off.
It helps me get up when a child has recently needed attention in the early morning. Bean was up around 5 with one of the kids, so I wasn't in a deep sleep when the alarm went off at 5:45am. It still took me a few minutes to get up, and I laid there trying to figure out another time to run today. Finally I dragged myself out of bed and was on the treadmill at 6:03am.
I warmed up for about a mile and then pushed it for 3 miles. I ended up running 4 miles in just over 38 minutes, which was around a 9:30 pace. I think my pace was closer to 9:00 during those las 3 miles. It felt good to push it like that. My legs are feeling it tonight though! But I don't mind. It's why I run.
Yet, as I often do, a stressful day, and probably not enough calories early on, led to stress eating. Which means sugar consumption. I'm not necessarily gaining weight, but I certainly am not losing the 5 "vanity pounds" that mostly settle in my middle.
Tomorrow is a new day. I'm determined it will be a good one.