If you would have asked me 10 years ago what my least favorite things to do are I would have probably told you, running, writing, and getting up early. So at 6:30 in the morning when I look at myself in the mirror before I head out for a jog, I look at myself and think, "who are you?" I have new hobbies, and I'm proud of them. Yeah, it's work, but it makes me feel better than I would have ever imagined.
I hate running. Excuse me, I hated running. Now, I really look forward to it. Even at 6:30 in the morning. Don't get me wrong. It's hard as hell to get out the door in the morning and to actually start jogging is harder. I'm struggling that first mile, hating every minute of it, then I kinda fall asleep going on autopilot. When I hit my goal and I stop, something crazy happens....I smile. And I feel great. That feeling right there, lets me know I must be doing something right.
Here's me after a weekend morning run. Lovely, huh? Still have mascara under my eyes, stinky breath and probably slept in my running clothes.
So here I am, getting up early, going for a run, then writing about it on this blog. Who am I??? Anyone have any clues, I'd love to hear them.