Each time my alarm goes off I feel WAY to exhausted to get out of bed - but once I am up, have my shoes laced on, and walk out the door to the crisp morning air, I am so thankful for the moment.
Some days I AM too tired to run.
On those mornings, I walk. And I am OK with that! I have come to a place where I respect my body more than ever before in my life. If I am tired, I give thanks for all that the previous day and night held. I give thanks that I am capable of walking and for a few moments of solitude before the crazy of the day begins.
Some days I trudge - which some may consider a jog and others may call a waddle. And I am OK with that!
And once in a while, I run with 40-year-old abandon. 40-year-old abandon is much less impressive than the 17-year-old abandon of my son. . . particularly my version of 40-year-old abandon, but no matter the speed or grace moments of joyful abandon must be celebrated.
(In my case privately! Very, very privately! There are many reasons that I run at 5:45 AM, my family's schedule is but one of them!)
