I’ve decided that I do need to get fit again. I had all these good intentions about getting into good habits when I started my new job in February; but then I got pneumonia, and my doctor gave me a stern lecture about not exercising until I was totally better. It’s been nearly three months now, so I thought I could risk a run this morning (having tested myself by running all the way to the ferry two mornings ago). It probably would have been a new personal worst time if I’d timed myself, but I’m glad I did it.
Every time I go for a morning run, I remember why I like it. The harbour was as still as glass; the runners and walkers were polite and smiled at each other; and when I got back home I felt energised for the day.
In the past, when I’ve been working ridiculous hours away from home, I’ve always made a point of going for a run in the morning. It seems to energise me more than an extra half hour’s sleep would. But I can never get into that habit at home. I can’t think of anything that’ll change that now, but I am going to try and go for a run at least one out of two mornings on the weekends again.