Schleptember

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

Too early for the damn worm.

It's spring and the sun is quite definitely rising earlier, and extremely welcome it is too. However, I was still up way too early to see even a glimmer of the dawn, let alone for this early bird to catch any damned worms. It was another night of too little sleep and an early start at work, so I had little choice but to attempt my scheduled run despite ... everything.

To be sure it was just a short little outing. I had made that quite clear to myself before heading out. I was determined to have something to put in the running log, but it wasn't going to be a great or lengthy run. But you know, despite being just a little shy of 3km, it felt fantastic to have achieved even that much, albeit a greater accomplishment of discipline than anything resembling a run as such.

Surprisingly, it still set me up for the day, and a tough day at that, including as it did another meeting with the bosses and their lawyer. I trundled through it all feeling happy and relaxed, thanks entirely to having made the early morning effort out on the darkened streets in my running shorts and shoes, not thinking about work, but about Almeria.

And ain't that what it's all about?