morning glory

I am not a morning runner.  In fact, I've really never been a morning person.  
Sure, I wake up on my own around 7 am everyday, but it takes me a good hour with my nose stuck in my computer and a mug of steaming coffee until I am ready to face the world.
Ask my mom.  She had to deal with me.

So tell me to set the alarm a whole hour and a half early to climb out of the cozy warm bed to face the elements outside and perform physical activity?  I think not.

I have tried, believe you me.  I lay the clothes out.  I call the morning running friends to meet me. I make the coffee ahead of time. I even vow to run on the treadmill to avoid the cold.

Yes, I know the benefits of getting up before the flipping sun does (that is just WRONG) and getting a run in.  You get it out of the way.  You feel SO energized. You rev up your metabolism.  Blah blah blah.

Why is it the night before the idea of an early morning run sounds SO wonderful?  I am such the ambitious gal as I lay in bed making my early morning run plans: "I will do a route I've never done!  Maybe I'll do speedwork!  1 mile repeats at 6 AM...that sounds awesome! I'll get in 8 miles!"

Then the alarm sounds. I hit snooze and think, "maybe I'll do 5 miles instead of 8".  
The alarm goes off a 2nd time and I jab the snooze button once more: "a 3 mile tempo run may be all the time I have for"
The next time I wake up I think "oh darn!  it is too late for me to do anything.  gotta get ready for work and school".

And here I am.  Drinking my coffee and plinking away on the computer.  Yes, I was supposed to run this morning.  And, no I didn't.  Maybe I'll try again tomorrow...

i can't quite believe it...

i've got quite the little journey ahead of me.
in 2013 i've got 52.4 miles all wrapped up in the East Coast:
April 15th 26.2 miles in a little town called Hopkinton, MA
November 3rd 26.2 miles in a little bit bigger town called New York (f-ing) City, NY

i am pitting out sweat just thinking about it all.

so that's 2 of the 5 "world marathon majors" in one year.  ok, that sounds pretty flipping dorky.  but there are 5 freaking amazing marathons to run in the world...and i will be running 2 of them within 7 months.

perhaps i should do chicago, berlin and london in 2014, the year i turn 40.
just kidding.  or maybe not.

now i think i just peed myself.

anywho, bodily functions aside, i thought i'd put this blog back into play and get away from the old time sucker that is facebook and waste my time a bit more constructively by chronicling my journey to Boston and NY right here.  while i can't promise everyday posts (like you'd really read those anyway), i hope to write regularly enough so i have something to look back upon the week before each race and chuckle.

this could be my little piece of sanity during this crazy @ss journey.
won't you join me?
feel free to follow me on this blog.  would love to have you along for the ride :)