People, usually non-runners, often ask why I run at 5:30 in the morning. This morning is a perfect example of why I haul my rear out of bed at an ungodly hour to run.
Today my plan was to head down to the Trail to run 3 miles at 6:30 and then hook up with the running chicks, who were starting at 7:00. I was going to tack on a few more miles with them before heading home to get the day started.
Instead, Campbell woke up at 5:00, drank his morning milk and didn't go back to sleep like he usually does. He stayed in his crib jabbering and singing before losing patience and screaming at 6:00. I got up with him and decided that I'd wait for it to get light out, and then I'd load him into the jogger and go for a run in the neighborhood. A run pushing the jogger is better than no run at all.
Except that Ella woke up 15 minutes later, and Lily was up 15 minutes after that. Thus started the demands for breakfast and entertainment. I needed coffee to deal with it all, and once I've had coffee, I can't run. I have friends who can run after drinking coffee, but I just can't.
You may be wondering where B was through all of this and why he wasn't watching the kids while I went for a run - he was asleep. He's useless before 7:00, and we have an agreement that if he gets to sleep in a little on Saturday, I get to take a nap while Campbell takes his morning snooze. Once I knew the run was out of the question, I decided to let B sleep so that I could have a nap later.
So that's why I run at 5:30 on weekdays. I meet up with friends, who are all moms and who have the same issues with kids as I do, and we knock out four or five miles and get back home as the kids are waking up. Most of them like to run later on Saturday, but that just doesn't work for me. So tomorrow, I'll be out there, before dawn, pepper spray in hand, running through the neighborhood.