Saturday, January 3, 2009

A step at a time

So far 2009 seems to be functioning properly, like a good new year should.
This morning we got up early (I have a feeling that is going to be recurrent theme for the year) and made our way out to the beach for a morning run.
I love mornings, not many things better than being at the beach just as the sun is coming up. Cute Boy on the other hand loathes mornings and claims that it physically hurts* him to have to get up early.
Having to get him up, dressed and out the door is no easy task but somehow I managed to get both of us to Silver Beach on time, running shoes laced up and water bottles rolling around in the back seat. We were greeted with a gorgeous sunrise, a light breeze and a bunch of tourists - some crazy enough to be hopping around in the freezing ocean at 7:30 in the morning. Must be Canadians.
I did an easy out-and-back with Shirley, 20 mins each way, and called that the long run for the week. She bounded like a gazelle and chatted the whole way - I gasped for air and moaned "yes" and "no" as appropriate. It's just so much better to have a running buddy, preferably someone that is just a little faster for optimal torture inspiration.
The remarkable thing was that I enjoyed just about every minute of this run - but by all means don't let that get out or the gods of running will strike me with the side stitch from hell or a black toenail or something equally awful.

*That statement has not yet been evaluated by the FDA and thus should not be used to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease. In short, I'm calling shenanigans on the whole "you don't understand how it hurts me to wake up" thing.

1 comment:

lara kiyomi said...

No, he's right. It physically hurts to wake up early. Eyes feel like cotton swabs soaked in acid are scrubbing them, muscles feel like they've been coated in concrete, skin feels like it's been shrunk and stretched over too tight. Just be thankful you like mornings.