…I get up in the morning. This may be news to some of you but I am not a morning person. I can get up, sure, but I am not one of those people who can wake up at 5:00 am every morning with a smile on my face. I’m looking at you, Dad. So why do it? Why put myself through all the struggle, the pain, the frustration of merely having to open my eyes. Here are a few reasons.
I have to admit I was not in the best of moods when I woke up this morning. I did not want to wake up. I did not want to run. I did not want it to be blazing hot. I did not want to do anything productive. Lucky for me, Speed Racer has motivation, and I have guilt. As soon as he’s out of bed I know I have to get up or forever feel like a bum. I rolled, literally rolled out of bed, my old runners feet creaked and popped as I shuffled down the hall on the hardwood floors. I pulled on my running clothes and poured some cereal. Hunched over my frosted mini wheats, my eyes finally peeled open.