The alarm rouses me at 6:30am. It's Saturday, and I struggle to recall why I am getting up so early. It's raining. My room is dark, quiet and the taps of rain drops are loud as they patter the roof. I have a run on my schedule today, a long one. I hit the snooze button, pull the covers to my chin and drift back to sleep. Twice more. Finally, at 7:00 I sit up then slowly crawl out of bed.
This is the first day in quite awhile the sun hasn't been streaming through my windows. Instead it is a gloomy murkiness as I reach for the light. Stretch. The very last thing I want to do is put on my running shoes and head outside. I shrug the negative thoughts away and reach for my shoes, determined to do what I said I would do.
I head out and into the rain. It actually feels good on my skin as I start warming up. I feel suddenly optimistic about what's ahead. I have abandoned my electronic devices and run unplugged. Only my thoughts to listen to.
Tension evaporates into the droplets on my face as I run. My brain swirls with thoughts of recent events, hopes for the future and gratitude. Mile after mile goes by, and decisions are being formed in my mind. Brain blogging at it's best. I smile as I feel my optimism return. The feeling to expect the best in all things returns. Hope.
I have been struggling of late, but as I run I am reminding myself that we all have struggles in life. Rather than sit in them it's best face them. Run it out, but not run away. That's what today's workout means to me.
I run for two hours, unsure of my mileage but feeling wonderful. Rebirth with the final drops playing on my skin.
As I sit down to blog my thoughts, I see 10 unfinished posts pop up. I am reminded of the feelings of procrastination and fear that have been plaguing me for weeks now. Shake it off Nims. I deleted the 10 posts that were lingering on my laptop. Starting fresh today. I am getting back to the basics.