Morning Plodding

I start most of my days with a short run. 

Once I drag myself out of the warm, soft bed that never wants to let me go, I head straight to the back door and open it. 

The whole process of getting myself from my bed to the back door has to happen very quickly and smoothly because if I stop somewhere on the way, chances are that I will stop this crazy nonsense and go back to bed IMMEDIATELY! 

It is challenging at times but once I am out in the fresh air, I am too lazy/awake to return indoors. 

I start plodding very slowly through the streets of Sawston. 

Despite the fact I “run” the same loop everyday, it is always different. 

It has been quite a few years since I got into this habit, I absolutely hated it at the start, it was certainly one of my mid-life crisis decisions. 

I thought that if I kept doing it for a while, not only would I become a superhuman with the perfect beach body but it would also become a need. 

Something that I will need to do as part of my daily routine just like cleaning my teeth. 

Well, it hasn’t happened (yet), it has been 6 years and I am still not in desperate need of a run when I wake up. 

I do it anyway, but it is not “Emil Zatopek’s stamina” that I am after. 

I realised that the early morning time spent plodding proved to be very fruitful in terms of thinking. I tend to get decent ideas about anything at that time of the day. 

In fact, I had a great idea this morning, I was thinking about my art-making and was very excited at the prospect of…. 

I shall reveal the “brilliant or daft (that is still to be determined) idea in my next entry.