I am not a night runner.
I get up early. I wake up with the sun. I run in the crisp morning air. I indulge in the smells of coffee and bagels and fried eggs.
At night, I am sleepy. Ready to relax with a good magazine. Or maybe fit in a quick yoga session. Maybe.
I am not a night runner.
Putting that all aside, tonight I ran my heart out.
Dad and I have made a mutual agreement to set aside both Tuesday and Thursday nights for running, as it fits nicely into both of our schedules. And, really, I think having a runner partner is going to do me—and my motivation—a world of good. There are definitely times when I’d rather not run (yes, especially at night!) and having someone who’s up and ready keeps me going.
My dad pushes me harder than I think I’m capable of. He dashes up hills. He pushes through moments of feeling tired. Just after a week or so of running consistently with his pace, I feel like my endurance has already improved dramatically.
A breezy 3 miles felt absolutely invigorating! 😀
And then I came home to eat a gigantic sardine sandwich.
Forget those thoughts of slimy, canned fish.
When sardines are heated in a pan, mashed together with dijon (or even honey mustard) and mixed with crunchy, diced celery, the results are pretty darn yummy. Place in between two toasted slices of seedy bread, and serve with a mixture of your favorite veggies. 😀
I am exhausted tonight. My second day at the hospital left me with a huge workload, along with a mixture of fear and excitement. Once I fell into the groove, however, I found myself really enjoying it. Nutrition assessments. Education (I love the elderly patients! 😀 ). Nutrition screening. I think I’ll learn a lot. And very quickly. 😉
Tomorrow, I’ll be on my own for a couple of hours in the early morning. Ready or not, here I come. 😀
Question: Do you have an exercise partner or do you prefer going solo?