After sharing with you our new bed time routine and excitedly saying that Miles was sleeping later, I was woken up by a distinct conversation.
"Dog, og, dog, gog," Miles repeated from the confines of his crib at the pre-dawn hour of 5 a.m.
Five. In. The. A.M.
I laid in bed for a few minutes hoping that he would talk himself back to sleep but the longer I waited, the more he talked and I realized that we were going to be up. All of us. I wiped the sleep from eyes, staggered from the bed and scooped up my smiling son. We trotted downstairs for a bottle and coffee as I searched to see the upside in all of this.
This ungodly hour that I hadn't seen in some time. And I found it, of all places, in the blogosphere.
Multitasking on the Kindle as I fed Miles, I saw Another Mother Runner's post that today is National Running Day. National Running Day. Like, my favorite holiday. Except the ones where people bestow gifts upon me.
While I could have easily cursed the universe for setting me up for a bad run (read: I was effing tired), I embraced the hour. Getting up early meant that I could leave with the boys earlier and maybe log a decent, distance-wise, run. I wouldn't have to rush. I could soak in the miles.
And I did.
We left the house at 6:30 a.m. and ran through the early-morning fog, marveling that we could see our breath on this June morning We wound through the park and then again, waving to walkers, cyclists and runners alike, as we moved at a comfortable clip. I had worried that I would feel tired from getting up early+BODYPUMP last night but it almost felt effortless for the 5.27 miles. Like me and this run were meant to be.
Now, I have to admit that part of this fantastic attitude was not some "Let's go get 'em, National Running Day" mantra but, in large part, due to my hope that Miles would nap on the run and I could come home to shower in peace. Anyone want to guess how that turned out?
Alas, sometimes you don't get what you want but get what you need.
How are you celebrating National Running Day?