I love the idea of running in the early mornings. The world is quiet. I get my miles in without needing to take time away from all the other things I need to do. I come home exhilarated, ready to start the day.
It also feels hard to make early morning running work right now. The baby still wakes up some nights, and when he doesn’t he’s up early. Then everyone else needs to get ready for school.
But just because something doesn’t work every day doesn’t mean it can never work. I can run in the morning one weekend day each week (which tends not to be too terribly early). And I can aim for once during the work week. Aiming for multiple days is probably just going to lead to frustration. But once isn’t bad.
So yesterday was the day. My husband had a call at 7 a.m. that I had agreed to cover. My plan was to get up at 5:45 and run from 6-6:40 or so. Of course, the baby elected to wake at 4:45 a.m. I got up with him and then couldn’t get him back down. Such are the trade-offs in life right now. My husband would take him at 6, which meant I had the option to go back to sleep until 6:45. But instead I stuck with the plan to run.
And it was lovely. I returned feeling great. I also had to take a short nap around lunchtime, which meant that I didn’t exactly preserve work time during the day by running early.
But I am telling myself that this is a phase. Children do grow up. And I can keep aiming for once during the week or so until then.
Photo: From an early morning run in the fall two years ago...