…is hard sometimes. Getting up early in the morning before work isn’t my favorite thing to do but because I want to go exploring around London at night, sometimes I don’t have any other option. Getting up when it is still dark out reminds me of my brother’s hockey practices, when I would get up really early to drive there with my Mom so that we could eat breakfast together while my brother practiced. My Mom always had a way of making the most dreaded tasks fun. Like finding a favorite breakfast spot at 5:00am so that getting up didn’t seem so bad. She would take us to get colorful school supplies and have us buy study snacks so that doing homework at night became something we didn’t complain about. When folding laundry (or I could have just said “matching socks” but I’m pretty sure only my siblings would understand that), she would ask us to pick out a movie to watch while we did it so that the time would pass. It’s funny how little things like this can make a big different and put you in a positive frame of mind. I thought about this last night when I set my alarm for 5:30am. I made a plan to do a nice run, get ready and have breakfast at a small coffee shop near my work (so that I could read my book and sip on a hazelnut steamer). I figured if I was going to get up that early, I was at least going to make it enjoyable. I feel good today. Morning running might
actually become routine!
actually become routine!
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