I couldn't believe I actually woke up. 5:00 in the dark, cold morning, and I was awake and lacing up my running shoes.
I want this to become a habit.
I normally run at 4 p.m., but lately it seems I'm so busy in the afternoons that the run either gets pushed back to dinnertime, or it doesn't happen at all.
5:30 a.m. The gym opens at 5:30 a.m.
I managed to get there for six. Tomorrow, maybe earlier.
The 4 p.m. runs are typically energetic and good. My 6 a.m. run was a sluggish excuse for a run. At least it started out that way.
After a sluggish one mile, I sped up for a slightly less-sluggish second mile. For my third mile, I was to do intervals where I sped up for a minute, recovered, then sped up for another minute, several times in a row.
By the time I finished my third mile, I was toast. I used up all the energy I could muster. I didn't have the additional planned two miles in me. I (sluggishly) walked another half-mile as a cool-down, stretched, did a few ab exercises, and called it a day.
I left the gym at 6:45. Was home by 7:00--in time to wake up the Hubster with a cup of coffee.
I want this to become a habit. I guess my body will get used to the early-morning effort. It'll take some time, though!