I've been telling myself for weeks that I'm going to start working out in the morning. This way, if things get late at work, I'm not riding my bike on the trainer in the living room at 11 pm, running through Chinatown in the dark, or doing something equally crazy.
So, this morning I set the alarm for 6:30 to go for a 45-minute hill repeat run. My normal thing lately has been to reset the alarm for 7:30 to get to work by 8 am and bag the workout until later. But today, I woke up on my own at 6:15 am, had my raisin bran, and was out the door by 6:40. Ran through Chinatown, across the Theater District, into Boston Common, to the hill in the park that runs parallel to Beacon Street, then decided that wasn't challenging enough and ran up Beacon Street itself three times. 45 minutes later, back home, showered, and off to work.
My next goal is to get faster on the bike. That's my weakest sport; swimming by some fluke is my strongest. My friend Gideon, who claims to be fast on his bike, is going to take me on a couple of butt-whoopin' workouts. I can't wait.
With this summer's tri training, I've only missed one workout. This with all the craziness of my life -- moving, new job, and weird hours. Pretty cool.