I had to get up at 3:00 a.m. this morning to help direct a golf tournament at the Country Club in Salt Lake--needless to say, I couldn't get out to run until the afternoon. Today was the 20th anniversary a Charity Golf Classic that I have helped direct for 17 of those 20 years. As I was winding down the day, running into the golden sun, in the pregnant heat of this late Spring afternoon, I realized how really selfish I am. I hate running in the afternoon-- it's like eating mushy, tasteless leftovers. Running in the morning is a gift to yourself, a most narcissitic, delicious gift. Morning runs tap into your freshest energy, during the cleanest, most beautiful time of day. You get to be alone with, and organize your thoughts. Every day a fresh start. By the afternoon you've given all the goods away. I still averaged 4 at 8:40, so I treated myself to a 10 minute cool down mile and picked up the kids for the last bit. What's for dinner you ask? Hmmm, let me think. Leftovers anyone? |