…And soon you’ll be walking out the door, Modern Philosophers!
I often find that the hardest part of my morning run is getting out the door of The House on the Hill to take that first stride.
On the weekends, when I have all the time in the world, I will find every excuse to procrastinate before hitting the road.
I’m certain I send some of my best tweets on Saturday and Sunday mornings as I sit on the couch, in my Running Toga and sneakers, doing anything I can to not put one foot in front of the other like Kris Kringle learned to do in “Santa Claus Is Coming To Town”.
Look at what happened to skinny Kris Kringle. Clearly, he didn’t follow the advice given to him in that song, and he plumped up to a point that he now needs a team of reindeer to move him from place to place if he wants to get around.
I did not want to get out of bed this morning. It was so warm under the covers, and I was having some intriguing dream that I can’t remember now, but had been so entertaining before the alarm clock sounded.
I so badly wanted to get that extra hour’s sleep that was right there for the taking. All I had to do was be a slacker, roll over, pull the covers over my head, and all would be well with the world.
But something wouldn’t allow me to do that. Motivation moved me. The thought of how much better I’d feel once I had those 3 miles under my toga, stirred me from my slumber. The idea that my health would be much better served by sweating, rather than by sleeping, got my two feet on the floor.
I’m always amazed that I don’t finish my run and discover that my Running Toga is on backwards, or that my giant Monkey Boy sneakers are on the wrong feet. I am so out of it when I get dressed, stretch, and then step out onto the porch.
It’s really only after I take those first couple of strides that the cobwebs begin to clear and my brain starts to hum.
I’m never quite sure how I get myself out there to run in the morning, but it is always well worth the effort.
Just run, Modern Philosophers.
All you have to do is put one foot in front of the other…
The Return of the Modern Philosopher 
Hey, this is one of my all time favorite songs – it goes into my head and comes out my mouth all through Christmas, and much to my family’s chagrin, often carries over ’til February. And guess what, thanks to you 😉 it’s in my head now and I’ll be singing it for a while
AnnMarie 🙂
Hurrah! I’m glad I could put a happy Deep Thought in your head to stir up a cheery mood. Ho, ho, ho!
I didn’t run but I did walk a LOT at the fair today. Unfortunately, it was offset by the chocolate shake I had. But, I did put one foot in front of the other, and slightly off to the side.
Going to the fair sounds like fun!
AHEM….do the August trots count????
Ummm….sure. 🙂
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This philosophy is good for other heavenly pursuits like writing and landscaping. Once you get your butt into it it’s often worth the effort! See — I”m up and writing at 4 a.m.!
Great job! Happy writing!
Yep. Definitely have been creepily humming that song in my head all day at work. Okay. I’ve been creepily humming that song out loud all day at work. But hey. It’s a classic! And I am right there with you on the whole early morning running thing. There are some days (especially in the winter when it’s still pitch black out and chilly) that I want to stay cocooned in my bed, but I think about how good I’ll feel after I crank out those miles and that is all I need to get my bum out of bed and into my Nikes.
You are my inspiration. Keep humming that song! 🙂
Will do, sir! 😉