“Male or female, if my name were either Don or Dawn, I’d be up at sunrise to celebrate the glory that is me.
― Jarod Kintz
Maybe I should change my name to Dawn. I am such a morning person. Less and less since my surgery, though, I’m afraid. I reminisce about the time that I would work out from 5-7 am, 6 days a week. I developed my own training program and followed it faithfully. But ever since last summer that has gone downhill. And, unfortunately, so has my physique.
I keep thinking I’ll get back into that. But then I stay up too late, or I don’t feel well, or Dennis crawls back in bed at 5 am, or any number of other things- it’s too cold, it’s too dark, I’m too lazy. What happened to that girl that didn’t give a crap about excuses and just did it anyway. I want to find that part of me again and re-integrate her into society.
This morning I made an attempt at doing just that. I was up before dawn and hit the trail for a bit of a jog. I was alone, the temperatures were cool, the music was total crap. I need to get me some audio books. Or “blind porn” as Dennis affectionately terms them.
A couple rounds of Kids Meal and I was headed for home. I delight in the sunrise and look forward to witnessing it first-hand once again.