It’s 6AM and I’m downtown on the bridge for another early morning urban hike. I remind myself this is the coolest part of the day, but my weather app says it’s still around 77 degrees. I’m tired and I really don’t feel like doing this… again.
I actually am coming off a 5 day break, which may explain at least part of my attitude. I’ve noticed the higher my mileage during the workweek the less likely I am to be enthusiastic about walking day and night. Today should mark my graduation to 24 miles per outing, but I’m already convinced I’m going to fall short.
I got up at 4AM, but instead of immediately getting out there, I made breakfast and had some tea, and generally became conscious first. Sounds like it’s good for me, and probably is, but when you are balancing a grueling workout schedule and work, plus whatever other errands I have to attend to, it’s as if my life is owned.
I’m hoping once my body wakes up and I’m back into the swing of things, perhaps my joy for this endeavor will return, but for now, sometimes it feels like a job. A job where the rewards aren’t felt for months and miles.
