No More Thinking

I think I found my new motto: Don’t think, just go. (I feel like an exclamation point at the end of that motto doesn’t suit my style.) It helped me get out of bed this morning when the alarm rang at 5:31am. Yes, I lied in bed for a minute, contemplating the cold and whether or not it was too wet outside. And, yes, there was a bit of lolly-gagging and wishy-washy before I wrangled myself out from under the covers. But, ultimately, I told myself to stop thinking about running and just do it (especially after having read this article last night and feeling like such a loser in comparison), and was out of the house at a quarter ‘til six.

Once I started jogging, and the feeling of wanting to vomit passed and the dull pain in the middle of my back so dreadful that I wanted someone to sock me at that exact spot subsided, it was actually quite pleasant to be starting back up with my routine that I left so long ago. And, it was a lovely, quiet morning. Jogging along Grove, the only sound I heard was my footsteps against the damp sidewalk. As I crossed Fulton and looked east, City Hall looked gorgeous as its dome showed just the slightest bit of glimmer as the sun was starting to peak out through the dark rain clouds. The air smelled clean and was warm as I concentrated on my breathing.

I forgot how, despite all my recent griping, I actually enjoyed waking up, going for my jog, and having a little bit of time in the morning with just my thoughts. There were no distractions, no one else around to have to talk to, and nothing to think about other than moving forward, watching out for cars, and avoiding uneven sidewalk. I remembered how I spent those cold, dark mornings in November and December thinking about my future plans and outlining essays in my mind as I made my way up to Japantown and back. Today, as I made three loops of my J-town to home route, it was nice to feel like I was getting back on track with the goal I set for myself about a year ago of running the San Francisco Half-Marathon.

As a special treat for me this morning, I got to turn the music up loud in the living room as I did crunches, lunges, squats, push ups, and stretches since both Scott and Ralph were gone. MGMT is great in the mornings.

And, super bonus points for me today since, not only did I run, I also did 45 minutes of yoga after work. Way to go, me! More fit, less fat, here I come, again!