Runch

I really ought to make myself get out of bed in the morning.

 

In recent memory, I’ve only managed to do this once, which was this past Monday. And it was magnificent. I woke early, got my run in before the sun came up, and found myself with all kinds of energy flowing through my veins. I packed a lunch, wrote a blog post and had breakfast before there were any other sounds in the house.

 

More than that, I got out the door on time (for once), made it to work super early and sat down at my desk with all the energy and optimism of my first day. The fact that events throughout the day beat all that optimism out of me is purely coincidental.

 

The important part was the jumpstart at the beginning of the day. It’s so easy to do, really. All I have to do is make the choice that, when my alarm goes off in the morning, I will not hit snooze. I will, instead, get out of bed, wander over to my shoes and lace up for a workout. Easy, right?

 

Well, it’s not. There’s something in my brain that just doesn’t let that happen. Could be laziness, which seems like the most obvious answer.

 

Whatever it is, it showed itself again this morning, though my late night probably had an effect as well. Once more, I slept until the last possible minute this morning, barely leaving time for a shower before I had to get out the door. I realized, however, that my schedule this evening would not allow for a run after work, which left me with a major predicament. Could this be the first day of 2014 on which I did not run?

 

Nope. Runch.

 

A self-appointed connoisseur of made-up words, I’ve hardly done my best work with “runch,” and I’m almost positive I’m not the first person to call it that. It’s simply using your lunch hour to get in a workout.

 

This would actually be ideal for me, if only I had a shower here in the office. I hate getting up in the morning, and very often have commitments after work hours. However, I generally eat very quickly, so using half of my lunch hour to do the short workouts I’ve devised this year would be perfect, if it weren’t for sweat. Obviously it would be more of an issue if I were to try this in the summer, but the schizo weather of central Texas winters is just as likely to leave me a red, sweaty mess, even in shorter distances.

 

Still, today I had no choice. I brought a change of clothes and a bar of deodorant to work, and I got in my run. And yes, I was a red, sweaty mess by the end, but at least I made it happen, along with the burpees and push-ups. The rest of the core can wait until I start my real rotation tomorrow.

 

Of course, that’s assuming I wake up early enough to get it done.