Davis is getting on a decently predictable schedule these days, at least since the last week or so. I’d say that is as predictable as a newborn really gets. He goes to bed at 7, then wakes up between 12-1, and then again between 4:30-5:30. When he woke up at 5:15 on Thursday morning, the idea came into my head to stay awake and get out for a run.
Since being on maternity leave, I’ve had no reason to wake up early to exercise. I can always get out first thing in the morning, so I really didn’t have a reason to get up before the sun. With sleeping in (which of course is all relative since sleeping in means sleeping until 6:30) comes a lot more heat. It also means I have to push the stroller as I run, which is no easy feat ever, not to mention when you are getting back into shape. Put a double stroller into the mix and an easy 3 mile run just turned one heck of a workout.
I was able to convince myself to go ahead and put on my running clothes instead of climbing back into bed once Davis finished nursing around 5:40. I quickly headed out the door and got started on my 3 mile loop in the complete darkness and utter silence.
It had been months since I woke up to run the dark. When I was pregnant, I would just hop on the treadmill at work and get my run in to stay away from the heat. I also opted for the extra sleep since I knew just what was ahead of me in the coming months with a newborn baby. I enjoyed running in the dark far more than I ever remembered. There is something unbelievably calming and therapeutic to hear only your footsteps around you and not have the sun beating down upon you. I don’t wear headphones in the morning for safety reasons so it was just the time I needed. Most days, I may have 5-10 minutes to myself, and usually that is just rushing through a shower or using the bathroom. Starting the day with 30 minutes all to myself was just what I needed.
Once I was done with my run, I walked in the door to a crazy 2.5 year old calling from his crib, “Momma, mommmmmyyyyy!” and I knew I had made the right decision to focus on myself for just a few extra minutes that morning. Those 30 minutes made me that much more ready to take on my day, which included a sick toddler, a couple of diaper blowouts, and even same late night puke all. over. the. place.
Yep, I’d say I deserved those 30 minutes.
See you again soon early morning running!