Morning Jogger My Ass

Remember that dream I had about becoming a morning jogger? Scratch that. I'm out.

Yesterday I completely bailed on a five mile run with my friend Betsy. It was muggy and wet outside and I just could not bring myself to get out of bed for that kind of torture. Today I felt guilty so I pulled myself from the sheets for a easy two mile run. Sounded a lot more do-able when I agreed to it. I was supposed to meet at her place at 8:30. I showed up at 9. Strike one. I have never been a morning person. I think at age thirty you just come to grips with the fact that you're never going to be a morning person.

I got there, hair unbrushed, no makeup, clothes-who knows if they matched. I literally think I scared an old man as we ran by him. Strike two. Not the cute little morning jogger stereotype I had in mind.

And lastly...I thought I was dying! Strike three. Usually two miles is great, not that bad. But I have not ran in a while and Betsy is so fast now. I got that scratchy throat thing from all the hard breathing. I hate that. And then when it was all over I thought I was going to puke, but I didn't.

I'm not giving up on running...just the morning part, the looking cute part, the being good at it part, and the part where you do it in bad weather. And well, since I live in Michigan that eliminates a lot of running :)