Miles run yesterday: 10
New pair of running shoes bought yesterday (post-run): 1
Time I wake up to run three times a week (Saturdays, we run later): 5:15
Two things I will tell you about running at 5:15 a.m.:
1. It’s cold.
2. It’s dark. After Daylight Savings Time started, super-dark.
Always a staunch supporter of Daylight Savings Time, I am now a hater. Well, a disliker.
Of course, I’ve done training before in the early morning. I trained for my very first half-marathon several years ago with 5:15 a.m. runs, back when my husband left early for work, and my kids were tiny. My husband ran after work, and I got the before-work slot.
That time around, it was a June-December training cycle, and early morning was definitely the way to go to avoid ghastly 98-degree heat.
But this time, did I mention that it’s dark and cold?
And sometimes, I’ll be running along, doo-de-doo-de-doo… minding my own business, and I pass under a pinky-white streetlight in my neighborhood… Psssst! Darkness! No more light. Poof!
Here are the people awake when I am:
1. Tired parents of middle and high school students who attend school far away. They sit in their cars with the headlights on and the engines running until the bus squeals to a stop along the main thoroughfare.
2. Tired but devoted dog-walkers.
3. People still in their pajama pants who have thrown on a fleece sweatshirt and just started sleep-walking down the street. They do not wave.
4. The occasional runner wearing a bobbing, laser-pointer light thingie.
Perks to running at 5:15 a.m.:
1. I never have a problem crossing a street. Never. Not once.
2. I don’t have to wear sunscreen.
3. I don’t have to breathe in car fumes, extending my lung life by .6 years.
4. I don’t have to worry that my shirt isn’t tucked in right or if my hair is sticking out.
5. Like so many people in America, I might have been sleeping way, way too much. There is no worry about that now. No sirree.
So anyway, one day in my first week of running in the middle of the night, I was rounding a corner near my favorite grocery store. The stoplights in the intersection behind me were flashing from red to green. I was on fire. Well… I was plodding along.
When BOOM! A large shadow loomed out of the towering bushes in front of me.
Heart palpitations, sucking in of breath, fear.
Yeah. You may have guessed:
It was my own shadow, looming towards… myself.
Boy, did I feel stupid. And it brings to mind so many existential, high-brow questions…
Am I afraid of myself?
Do I have anything to fear but fear itself?
Why am I out running at 5:15 when most God-fearing people are tucked up in bed?
If I run a 9-minute mile from here to home, what time will I eat breakfast?
I have learned so many things about myself from my early morning runs. So many important, life-altering things.
Mostly: I like warm weather. And light.
And also: I still love and need to run.
What about you? When you’ve made a major life transition, what have you learned about yourself?