There goes the sun
|Cory and I up high in Rocky Mountain National Park last weekend, where fall has most certainly arrived.|
Yep, fall is definitely headed this way. And, I love it...for the most part.
What's not to love?
Well, fall's arrival means I'll be spending more time with my non-friend, Mr. Treadmill.
During the summer months, I get up at 5 a.m. and head out my front door for a 3.5-mile run around my neighborhood, breathing in the fresh air, checking out the latest houses to go on the market, trying to avoid early-morning sprinkler systems, and watching the sunrise as I reflect on life. It's bliss.
But, as the hot days of August fade and September arrives, the sun begins to sleep in a bit, leaving me to run in the dark. While temperatures typically still hover in the 50s and 60s at 5 a.m. during this time, I begin to dread heading out for my runs, knowing that instead of a peaceful, reflective run, I'll be consumed with thoughts of what I would need to do if an attacker jumped out of that bush over there. That's just not a good way to start the day.
So, today is September 19 and I've officially been back at the gym for a week now. It means getting up 30 minutes earlier--at 4:30 a.m.--so I can be at the gym when it opens at 5. It means running on the treadmill next to a guy who seemed to have forgotten deodorant and is watching Fox News. It means trying to avoid the random, "Hey, you've been coming here for a while" chatter from fellow early-riser-worker-outers. It means watching the news instead of the sunrise while I earn my dose of good endorphins. It means running 3.5 miles, but really not going anywhere.
It means that if I want to stay in shape, Mr. Treadmill and I are going to have to try to get along for the next, say, eight months or so.
I love fall, but I sure wish the sun would get up at the same time I do.