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The alarm rings at 4:40am and I think I am dreaming. I am so sore (in many parts of my body as a result of my first few days back training!) that I have forgotten about my injured foot. It’s been tight in the mornings but seems to be loosening up while I run. A good sign. The iconic words ring in my head…no pain no gain (the mantra for all conditioning). Half asleep and reduced to a running bra, shorts and shoes–I am up…so far, so good. After a beauty routine that consists of brushed teeth, a hair tie and ample sunscreen…I head to the kitchen. Stretching is now a must so I decide I might need to get up even earlier to get it all in before I head out the door. No need for eating right now but as I increase the miles I will add a half of a Power Bar or a Slim-Fast to sustain my energy. My LDF’s and I meet on the corner at 5:15am to get workouts in before making lunches, signing permission slips, and asking the daily 5 million dollar question: “Did you remember to brush your teeth?”–morning family madness.
The familiar smell of the neighborhood morning air is somehow comforting. It reminds me that I have been here before (hoping it will induce my muscle memory?). It’s great to be on the road. It’s great to be listening to the LDF’s talk about nothing in particular. I remind myself that it will get better/easier everyday I am out there.
The endorphin rush of aerobic exercise has me geared up and ready to take on the day. I have accomplished something already and it’s only 6:30am. This is a feeling I miss…the one that makes me a badass when I come in from my run, get the kids up, and holler as they fly out the door…”Did you remember to brush your teeth?!”
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