My Morning
January 7, 2009 by LizScott
- Get up
- Whine
- Go back to bed
- Get back up.
- Shiver.
- Whine
- Brush teeth.
- Look for running clothes
- Locate shirt in dryer
- Remember that i need pants
- Locate pants
- Stub toe.
- Curse.
- Look for socks. Find one. Victory!
- Remember that I need two socks. Damnit!
- Find second sock. Sock #2 is different thickness than sock #1.
- Debate how much this will bother me while running.
- Decide “A lot”
- Look for different sock.
- Fail at finding new sock
- Suck up the different thickness socks.
- Reach for caffeinated Gu.
- Discover lack of caffeinated Gu.
- Curse.
- Look for gloves. Find gloves. Rejoice!
- Look for Ipod. Remember have not charged iPod in 4 days.
- Curse.
- Attempt to tie shoes while wearing gloves. Fail.
- Remove gloves, tie shoes.
- Leave house
- Step outside. Note that it is raining.
- And cold
- Curse.
- Go to start watch. Notice that I forgot watch.
- Curse
- Begin to notice how pretty everything is all covered in fog
- …until I start running and realize that water on the streets is turning into big sheets of ice.
- Run slow so as to not slip. (yeah. That’s it. That’s *exactly* why I run slow)
- Notice that ass has frozen and seems to be bouncing independently from my body.
- Bitch about ice on ground.
- Suspend bitching once sun rises and I notice how pretty the National Mall looks.
- Resume bitching when submerge foot in big puddle.
- Dream about the wonderful DC Spring weather, and the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler
- Conveniently forget that I am allergic to the cherry blossoms and will in no way be able to run while they are in bloom.
- Be annoyed that socks are different thickness and one shoe is looser than the other.
- Round the end of the Mall over by Lincoln. Look up at Abe, look at slick steps covered in ice and puddles leading up to Abe, and give him a wave, promising to visit him later.
- Get cold.
- Start to run faster to warm up and get home.
- Send Husband mental thoughts consisting of “Make breakfast and coffee…make breakfast and coffee…’
- Stop running fast. Pant.
- Resume slogging
- Get home
- Give Husband a big sweaty kiss despite the fact that he did not get the mental message of “coffee and breakfast”
- Hop in warm shower and think to self “I love running”
- Smile when I realize: I actually meant it. I DO love running.
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InnerTeub 
AH, Chippy at her best. 🙂 I love your wit.
I can never find matching socks either 🙂
Are you training for something again?
Kita: I’m training against general fat assery 🙂
(That, and I’m told I get grumpy when I don’t work out!)
After a couple months off, it’s time to restart Operation: Smokin’ Hot Bod.
It’s going slowly 🙂
awesome post lizzie. I think about the sock thickness too
that’s always a good thing to train for! but seriously, i wouldn’t hold it against you if you took three years off after the ironman!
ps – shared your blog with friends who are runners because i think it captures the morning so well!
Kita: Thanks! Reading back on this post I am wishing that my first thing in the morning monolog was a little more eloquent, but… oh well!
There really is nothing better than those first thing in the morning stolen moments when you get to run. I feel like i”m getting one over on the world, getting my run in before everyone else is awake.