I rolled out of bed this morning feeling kind of funky. Well, I was in a funky mood. It’s the kind of funk that leaves you restless and quite honestly, crazy. Only one thing takes care of that kind of funk and that’s a good morning run. I refused to stay in bed and let the day pass me by without saying hello to such a glorious day. I laced up, set a goal, and hit the ground running.
One of my bucket list goals is to run 15 minutes outside without stopping. Running outside is much more challenging than running on a treadmill or inside in general. When you take on Mother Nature, you’re forced to handle the elements: noise, uneven pavement, pleasant distractions with tattoos and gladiator abs, screaming birds, and dodging dog poop. You know, the more time I spend outside in the morning, the less time I want to stay at home stuffing my face while watching Dr. Phil. People, this morning I was on fire. I accomplished my goal and I wanted more.
I’m not very consistent with my work outs, which is a major “no-no” in terms of the progress of my journey, but I am moving beyond my comfort zone. I do push ups and crunches everyday and try to stay active in other ways, but I really miss being athletic. I have to get my head back into the game and my morning run was just the motivation I needed.