Early Morning

Bella and I were up bright and early this morning. It was a beautiful morning out there. She didn't seem to have any problem waking up. Me either--in fact, annoyingly I was awake from about 4am on. I don't know why. I think I woke up feeling anxious about having to get up so early . . . and then couldn't fall asleep . . . . WHICH IS SO LAME. I do feel much more tired than normal tonight, and it has NOTHING to do with the 30 minutes of slight physical exertion. Hopefully, I'll sleep better tonight.

I thought I could knock out the 30 minutes and be able to just stay in my cute little neighborhood. Unfortunately, after winding around all the streets, I had only passed just over 15 minutes, so I had to improvise and do some more winding. It sounds dumb, but I don't want to leave my neighborhood because there's not really any traffic, and I'm not sure where all the sidewalks end once I leave my subdivision. Guess maybe I'll explore that tomorrow.

It's been crazy how much my mind thinks about the training. I'm at the EASIEST possible stage, but throughout the day, my mind is already thinking about that first week I have to run 5 miles. To experienced runners, that sounds like a silly thing to worry about. It sounds like a long way to me. At work today, I started worrying about what week it was that I have to run 5 miles for the first time, so I pulled out my "bible" at lunch and realized it's the first "official" week. Then I was wondering if the 30 minutes of continuous jogging that I'll be doing the week prior to that will really prepare me for the 5 miles (especially if I'm running 30 incredibly slow minutes). Ahhhhhh, trust the process. Maybe running will help me get out of my own mind a little bit and just not worry so much. . . especially when it's 3 months away.

Do you think a glass of wine will make it less likely that I want to get up to walk tomorrow morning?