Alarm rings at 4:00 am. Get up, drink a large glass of water, eat a banana. Use the bathroom. Brush teeth, mouthwash.
Turn on computer, check weather. 22 degrees, wind chill 9. Cell phone has blinking light: Facebook post from Charlene telling me I'm crazy for getting up at 4:00 am to run. Maybe she's right.
Shorts, exercise pants, cotton socks, long sleeve shirt, heart rate monitor.
Static stretch: Calves, quads, and hurdler's stretch.
Dynamic stretch: walking lunges, toy soldiers, butt kicks, leg swings, hackey sack. Can I touch my toes? Yes.
Lace up shoes. Ear warmer, runner's cap. Opt for the hooded sweatshirt due to the wind. Reflective bands on the ankles, reflective sash from shoulders to waist. Blinking lights: one on the brim of the cap, one on the back of the cap. Running gloves.
Out the door.
3.7 miles, 39 minutes 8 seconds later, back in.
Remove all but my shorts, toss down the basement steps. Drink a small glass of water. Off to the shower: Ouch, the water is hot! No, it's not - my skin is just that cold.
Protein powder, powdered milk, L-Glutamine, 16 oz cold water. Two generic Oreo cookies to kick up the insulin spike. Breakfast of champions, I guess.
Get dressed, take out the dog, pack lunch. Where are my keys? Hanging on the key rack, right where they belong. Remote start the Charger. Kiss Julie, bring in the dog, off to work at 5:55 am.
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