This morning, my first alarm went off and, after a fifteen minute interval, it went off a second time. I got up, stumbled into the kitchen for some water, and stood in a daze not really thinking about anything at all. After some time had passed, I began gathering things I would need for the workout this morning. Water, headlamp, Garmin, and three Running Shop bags that I stuffed with goodies for my half-marathoners – ‘I hope they show up!’, I sighed to myself.
The program was over. They completed a half-marathon, some of them for the first time, and I wasn’t there at the finish line to bring them in or take pictures, or anything. I wasn’t there because I was off doing my own thing.
Another deep sigh.
The sky is overcast. I can see the dark clouds in the morning darkness. It isn’t too cold but still cold enough that I wear my Nike tights and a lightweight long-sleeve pull-over.
I sit in the warm car , listening to a podcast about “lotteryism” and how the media is silent and thus, complicit in supporting the undemocratic interests of corporations over people when it comes to building stadiums, hosting the Olympics, or building headquarters for behemoths like Amazon. I find it mentally stimulating and eye opening.
The clock in my car finally reads 5:30. It’s time to go. I sigh before opening the door and stepping out into the cold to begin my warmup.