After running every morning for years and years and years, you begin to notice patterns in the seasons, the days, the mornings when you wake up. I’ll be honest — it’s been incredibly difficult to run this year during the winter months. For whatever reason, it’s felt darker and colder than it has in the past. I’m more tired and have a lot more on my plate. I’ve wanted to stay in bed, snuggle under the covers. My “snooze” button has gotten a lot more love.
And yet somehow, despite these basic obstacles most likely felt by many morning fitness fanatics at some point, I’ve managed to get my butt out of bed — even if it means sleeping a little later and going to work with wet hair. In the end, I feel that it’s more important to squeeze in my morning run than to go to the office looking good. I’m totally fine with that rationale.
Over the last week or so though, I’ve noticed a change. Each morning, the sky is a bit brighter (relatively speaking; it’s still practically pitch black). The air is a bit warmer. The sunrises are as brilliant as ever.
This week has been pretty standard in the world of exercise for me. I’ve run every other day since, after my fastest 10k to date, my hip has been achy. I’ve done kickboxing and Jillian Michaels’ total body meltdown in my living room. Tomorrow, I’ve committed to an evening yoga flow.
What’s stood out for me hasn’t been the workouts, rather it’s the return to nature — the return to beautiful, sunlit mornings in Central Park and, with it, an overwhelming sense of relief. Almost literally, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. Spring isn’t almost here — but we’re closer to spring than we were yesterday.
Anyway, it’s been a pleasure to breathe in the morning air recently, and I just wanted to share some of my favorite pictures — my favorite moments — of the week.
Have you noticed that the mornings are getting brighter? (Or, if you’re an evening runner, that the nights are getting lighter as well?)