This is why I set my alarm so early. Sucker. I’ve fooled my early morning self.
Oh, hello smart self, hello running outfit already laid out.
Mm spandex. So much spandex. Neon pink vest! I’m already more awake.
Boo, no running food.
Aha. Brownies. Yesss.
Out the door.
Fucking cold. Why don’t I live somewhere warmer.
Jog it out.
I have to pee again? Already? Fine. Thanks, Bruegger’s.
Turn off the distance on the watch thingie. Pace only.
Oh hello! Faster pace than predicted. I’m a rock star even at 7 am.
Wake up again sometime on the Mass Ave bridge.
Hello, my pretty city.
Esplanade. Best thing ever.
Puppies. So many puppies. Don’t stop to pet the puppies. You have to get to work.
Stop to stretch. Spin class + run = confused quads. It’ll be ok, quads. I promise.
Is this getting easier/more normal? Sure seems like it. Also, 6.5 miles is NOTHING compared to 15. What a breeze.
This is so much better than being on the T.
Hungry. Should’ve brought another brownie.
Longfellow Bridge…why do you have to have a little hill? Why?
And now a downhill. Ok, bridge, you’ve redeemed yourself.
Hospital workers, out of my way.
Aaaand done. Starving. Did I remember dry shampoo at the office? Whatever, the cute dress will solve everything.
Prance into office, feeling more productive, already, than anyone else in the entire universe.
Eat all of the food.