Dragging bootie

This morning when I woke up was the darkest yet of the year. In the summer months, I usually forget that 6am has anything BUT sunshine in December. It's the most painful way to get moving and out the door to work out.

So of course that's what I did. I ran out the door, (and then back inside because I had forgotten clean underwear for after my swim), and finally started the upward mile run to the gym. The first part of that run is always the hardest because I choose to run up the only "hill" on campus. (Thank god I don't live in the mountains.)

But then a weird thing happened today. All of a sudden, I was at the gym. I don't remember passing my old apartment or the Armory or even the complex of dorms. I literally ran 3/4 of a mile with no immediate recollection of what happened. I do remember being "in my head" though. Due to this new-found knowledge, my goal for the rest of the week is to have a lot to think about on my runs to and from my apartment so that they go faster.

Honestly the only reason I made it to the gym this morning was because I was supposed to meet Ed for our "pre-Curacao" swims. I didn't want to let him down. So I dutifully did 15 minutes of an ab workout and headed to the pool. The swim team and the diving team were practicing, so I watched as I got my cap and goggles on. It reminded me of all those early mornings of yore (high school). Once again, I was thankful that my life had changed for the better. I wasn't being FORCED to the pool at 6:45 am. I CHOOSE to drag my butt there instead.

Ed didn't make it this morning, due to his new puppy keeping him preoccupied, but his absence did get me thinking. What exactly is it in each person that keeps them moving to set goals and accomplish them?