Ok, it wasn’t exactly 4am and it wasn’t exactly awake, but by 4:30am I had my running shoes on and I was out the door.
|This is me running.. at 4:30am|
I warmed up with 200 skips, a block of walking lunges and 2 blocks of side shuffles. Then I ran. I ran in intervals, walk/jog/run. I did this until my legs burned and my throat was sore. Sadly it was only 28 minutes before I called game on the work out and when home to stretch.
Now interestingly enough, during my cool down I was light-headed and dizzy; completely uncomfortable. I thought this was a mistake and I would never do it again BUT once I was showered, dressed and moving around I started to appreciate the time I had.
This was the first weekday morning in years that I didn’t rush, I had time to hear all about Thomas’s dreams, I had time to eat MY breakfast. I even had time to read with the boys before loading up.
There was nothing frantic or stressful. There was no anxiety, because we had time.
It was also nice to see Richard in the morning; to get a proper send-off and a nice hug. It’s amazing how that can help.
Today feels different.