4:45am came way too early. Jumped out of bed and didn't even think twice. Thanks to the poster on the Cool Running message board for that piece of advice.
There's something thrilling about not just the run, but the process of running. Laying the clothes out, strapping the watch on, etc.
49 degrees is not too bad today. Wind out of the south. That could be a bear on the way back. It's cold, but my breathing isn't affected by it.
*sidenote - I went to the pulmonologist (sp?) yesterday. It doesn't look as though I have asthma or RAD. What the heck is it then? I'm leaning towards stress/anxiety. I consider myself a pretty laid back guy, but who knows? With all of the balls I'm juggling throughout the school year, I guess it's possible.
I'm excited just to get out the door! That's the battle right there. Bingham's book talks about enjoying the journey and not the end result. It's like a game.
"Not the victory but the action; Not the goal but the game; In the deed the glory."
I think that that engraving at Memorial Stadium in Lincoln says it all. For the longest time, I didn't know what that meant, but it becomes clearer each time I read it.
Quick prayer thanking Him for my health, family, friends, etc. I'm truly grateful He's given me the gift to run.
What to do in Philadelphia? It's one week from tomorrow. I kinda know what my presentation will be about, but I'll probably wing about 40% of it. I really want to run on the Rocky steps. It's like 5 miles away, though. Think I can do it? This might be a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Hands are a little cold, but I'd look like a dork with short sleeves and gloves. Gotta be cool at 5am.
I'm truly alone on my runs. Not bad. I get a lot of thinking done, but I keep wondering about a running partner. The Holiday Run in December should be fun. Not a race, but a run. I'm looking forward to it!
Feet feel good, blood's pumping, breathing is good.
Now I'm heading into the wind AND this part is uphill. Crap. I'm going to have to slow it down. I will NOT stop. That's the nice thing about running first thing in the morning. I force myself not to stop. We have such a structured system waking the kids up and getting them ready that I CAN'T stop.
Last leg of my run. Somewhat of a kick. I'm heading downhill for the very last part and it's really tough and then....almost magically...I feel all the stress that I have just leave my body. It's quite the feeling, let me tell you. No worries, no breathing troubles, just me on the road for one of the biggest final kicks I've ever had. Wow!
And with that I'll leave you until Thursday morning.
Just Keep Going
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