It was still dark this morning when my alarm went off. I laid there in bed thinking how if I skipped my run I could stay in bed for another hour. Then I thought about the weather forecast, and how it was supposed to start raining mid-morning and rain all day and tomorrow. If I didn't go run now, I wasn't going to get to until Friday afternoon or Saturday. If I didn't go run now, I was going to wish I had. So, I got up, got dressed, and headed out.
When I got to the corner of the park I decided to run the perimeter along the road to stay in the streetlights. By the time I got halfway down the long side of the park, it was light enough to head into the park and take the path. I warmed up enough to take off my gloves. I ran my whole 4 miles without stopping to walk at all. I felt free. I felt healthy. I smiled. The stress of the day to day melted away.
And all day I thought about how happy I was that I'd gotten out of bed and gone for that run. How glad I was that I'd grabbed the opportunity while I had it. I felt like I'd won. I'd beat the rain. I'd beat the sleepies. I'd done something I love. It's good to be a runner.