Worth the effort.

I have never been much of a morning person. So getting myself out of bed at 6am (for any reason) is tough. But with 100+ degree weather...I either get up at 6 or wait until 8:30pm to go running. I've already proved that high noon is suicide; unnecessary pain.
However the mornings are beautiful and with a run like today, I'm filled with hope that this could be my best day.

I ran Westville, Pointed Rocks & Paymaster. In that order.

I listen to all the songs on my playlist and had to start it over again. Hard to mess with the ipod when you're running, but still doable. I guess I need to add a few songs to that one.

Before I even got off my street, I got attacked by Izzy. That's our neighbor's dog. She is a sweet golden lap. Clenched in her mouth was a half eaten tennis ball and I knew what that meant.
Play with me!
So I threw the ball one time and told Dub (her owner) that I needed to get out and run before the girls go to swim practice.

It was a good solid run. No urgent pain that would require me to stop. I just ran. A couple times, once on pointed rocks and the other on American River trail, I really picked up the pace and moved. However on Paymaster my left arm started throbbing. I shook it out and it stopped. My right side ribs ached a bit, but I won't call that "pain."

On paymaster I saw a baby fawn. Must have just been born recently. It still had spots. Unusual to have a deer born this late in the season.

Lots of deer out this morning. I guess I'm just never up this early to see it.

Overall, I think I enjoy evening running better than early morning.
Still, I'm going to make myself do this everyday. I want to get better at this. I want to train my body. Mind over matter...and getting out of bed to run is worth the effort.
I must train myself to become a morning person...and I will. I too stubborn not to.