For everyone playing along with my half-marathon training, one week down, eleven to go. And this time I triple checked my counting.
I survived my first long run: five miles, not bad.
The runs themselves have never been my problem. The second I actually set foot on pavement, I’m ready to go. Getting out the door has always been the toughest part for me.
Some days it’s just hard to get the motivation up. The sound of birds chirping (I’ve covered this before, but yes my alarm clock chirps) just isn’t enough to get me going.
That combined with the cold that I know is waiting for me, with the always possible rain, sleet, or snow (I miss the sun), make for a prolonged pre-running ritual, which usually involves me cleaning, organizing, catching up on e-mails, and doing just about anything that means I get to stay inside a bit longer.
People have suggested coffee. This is what I have to say to that. Have you ever worked out just after a cup of coffee? If you want to know what your heart almost exploding feels like I’d recommend it. If that sounds incredibly painful, don’t.
My problem really isn’t being awake though. Running wakes me up more than coffee. Running after coffee is like running at ten times your normal speed, but not covering any extra distance.
My greatest motivation is the thought of how good I’ll feel after I finish and it’s not even 10 A.M. So, I guess for now I’ll have to stick with that. That and how great it will feel to not collapse from exhaustion during the half-marathon.