I’ve decided that I do need to get fit again. I had all these good intentions about getting into good habits when I started my new job in February; but then I got pneumonia, and my doctor gave me a stern lecture about not exercising until I was totally better. It’s been nearly three months now, so I thought I could risk a run this morning (having tested myself by running all the way to the ferry two mornings ago). It probably would have been a new personal worst time if I’d timed myself, but I’m glad I did it.
Every time I go for a morning run, I remember why I like it. The harbour was as still as glass; the runners and walkers were polite and smiled at each other; and when I got back home I felt energised for the day.
In the past, when I’ve been working ridiculous hours away from home, I’ve always made a point of going for a run in the morning. It seems to energise me more than an extra half hour’s sleep would. But I can never get into that habit at home. I can’t think of anything that’ll change that now, but I am going to try and go for a run at least one out of two mornings on the weekends again.
Now that winter is here I’m riding my bike to work. Takes all of 7 minutes but my head and heart know that something is different.
I’ve been thinking about riding my bike to work too, but that needs logistics (lights on the bike, for starters). For me it’s about 15 minutes – definitely worth it.
If I read a few more of elsewhere’s cycling stories, I might even do it!
(Elsewhere’s cycling is crazy!)
Im not a runner but I know what you mean about getting moving in the morning. It’s one of the things I like about being home with kids: we can go out and play at 9am.