Morning Routine

I shut off my alarm in mid-beep and swung my legs over the side of the bed in a daze. It was too early, but before I could lay back down my trusty beagle-mutt darted behind me to lay on my pillow, practically forcing me out of bed.

I reached into my dresser in complete darkness and pulled out some shorts, a shirt, and my favorite thin socks by sense of touch. I dressed, then walked around all the creaky spots on the floor and steps, so as to not wake anyone. While I stretched down stairs, I tried watching an Ironman DVD for motivation, but it provided none. It was still too early.

Outside, it smelled like rain and was barely light. It's less than two weeks until my official training starts for the Kerr Lake Triathlon, so I've got to log some miles at a low heart rate. I jog to the end of the driveway, hit the start button on my watch, then take off on another morning run.