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Goodbye morning

Yesterday morning, like so many others over these summer months, I woke up super early, climbed out of bed, put my running clothes  and shoes on, had a swig of water, bites of a granola bar, and headed out the door for a run. I didn’t argue for staying in bed, I didn’t question the hour, I just did it.


I’m not a morning person, not by a long shot, (a former co-worker turned great friend used to tease me about not being able to talk to me before 10 a.m.) and yet, these past few months of early morning runs, I’ve come to love.

I love the solitude of no one else around. I love those silent moments of just me and my thoughts. I love the vibrancy of the night sky just before it turns to morning light. I love watching the warm hues of the sun rise over the bridge in the distance. I love the crispness of the air, the boost of natural caffeine, the post-run endorphins that have me living high for hours after.

Shots of an early morning runner.

And so, it was with sadness in my heart that I woke this morning knowing that yesterday’s early a.m. run would be the last for quite sometime 😦

Tomorrow, after more than a year free from the shackles of employment, I return to my paper-covered desk. And because my commute is more than an hour each way, and because I now have a Little Ring in tow, there is just no way, unless I wake at 3:30 a.m. (not gonna happen) I can fit early morning runs into my days.

Come to think of it, I don’t know how I’m going to fit regular training into my new life as a working mom period… which concerns the freaking bejesus out of me. Most days, I won’t be getting home until after 6 p.m. There’s dinner to be eaten, Little Ring to be played with, bathed, put to bed. And as much as I’d love to say I’ll have the energy to muster out a good tempo or speed run after, I don’t know if exhaustion will have me flopping down onto the couch instead.

So, to all you running moms out there, please – PLEASE!!! – give me some advice. How do you balance it all?


  • 5:30 a.m. BG before: 7.7
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Carbs: granola bar (14g) with bolus
  • Time: 55:54 minutes
  • Distance: 10 km
  • Average pace: 5:35 min/km
  • Average cadence: 86 spm
  • 7 a.m. BG after: 7.7

This run started out iffy. I’d had two cruddy runs earlier in the week where I was overheating, my belly was waging war on my insides, and the demons in my head were attacking my legs. (Note: I ran those mid morning, not early morning. Hmm… interesting.) And I felt this run would be the same. But it wasn’t! It took about 5 to 10 minutes for my mind to shut up and my legs to start working well, but once they did, man I felt good out there. I had initially planned on a quick 5 km run, but when my body and brain started cooperating, I decided to keep going. I kept close to home, for just in case, so the run became a bit of an endless loop, which I’m usually not a fan of, but given how great I was feeling, I ended up loving every stride of the way

Love those kinds of runs!

Some days…

Some days, the last thing you want to do is pull yourself out of bed when the 5 a.m. alarm shrieks from across the room.

Some days, the hardest thing is squeezing into your sports bra, putting on your shorts, and lacing up your sneakers.

Some days, the thought of a 35-minute tempo run feels as though a marathon was looking back at you.

Some days was today.

When the alarm sounded, I was dead to the world. My eyes were stuck shut, my body felt as though it was the mass of 5,000 tonnes and my head as though it had vice grips securing it to my pillow. The thought of a tempo run was not at all welcomed.

I dragged my sorry self out of bed. I trudged to the washroom with my clothes and gear. I soft stepped down the stairs (no waking Little Ring allowed!). I grumble-whispered Good Morning to a smiling Big Ring, who was already up watching this morning’s stage of the tour, laced up my shoes, and slumped out the door.

I started running, but my eyes were still sticky with sleep and my legs felt like they were slugging through mud. It was as though a moody black cloud were hovering just above. This was going to be a long, painful run.

But then, there it was, my savior. Without even a thought, without a debate, or a weighing of the pros and cons, I ran full on through that ice cold line of sprinklers. And that there changed my run. It was as though I had a drunk a 2L bottle of Jolt!

Instant caffeine!


  • 5 a.m. BG before: 3.5
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Carbs: granola bar (15g) no bolus
  • Distance: 6:36 km — 5′ warmup/25′ tempo/5′ cool down
  • Average tempo pace: 5:15 min/km
  • Time: 35:10
  • 6 a.m. BG after: 7.5
  • Temp. basal: +50% for 0.5 hours

For a run that started out so poor, it ended up being so super awesome! I was able to keep my tempo pace within the average (5:00-5:15 min/km) and when I felt my legs slowing, which inevitably I did, I gave them my best Jens Voigt “Shut up legs!” – and they ACTUALLY listened!

So there you go folks, sometimes what seems like a bloody awful idea (5 a.m., can I really be blamed!) can end up being a super freaking awesome reality!

This morning’s sunrise!

And not only was it a great run, it was a smart run. With today’s temperatures again rising into the high 20s, I was quite pleased – and relieved – about getting my run out of the way first thing when the temperatures were still somewhat bearable. And for every runner I passed midday sweating through that scorching sun, of which there were plenty, I felt a pang of sorryness for them, but, uhm, sorry guys, there may have also been a bit of silent gloating going on too.

And with the run out of the way, I was able to spend the rest of the day touring our beautiful city, carefree and fancy free, with my two favourite Rings 😀


How do you get yourself out of the door when you’re faced with those evil Some Day moments?