A very good friend of mine took up my little challenge to submit a photo from a Christmas morning run. This is her early morning moment of quiet escape. Whatever might be going on in our lives, she and I both agree that nothing beats running for solitary, reflective, mood-changing, contemplative time to ourselves, and a much-needed breath of fresh air.
I’m writing this on an early morning train from London to Birmingham. The train is passing the misty Buckinghamshire greenbelt and, just a moment ago, a man standing in the middle of a field.
He isn’t running, and neither am I, so technically he doesn’t belong in my early morning running blog. It would have made an amazing photo though, and the image struck me for the same reason that I’m inspired by early morning running.
The field is a very ordinary, flat, featureless, open expanse. At a distance, in all directions, are housing estates and small communities, and he might have walked early this morning from any one of them.
Within his house, wherever it is and whatever his life is, there are dramas and crises and challenges and stresses and elations and disappointments and relationships and hopes and fears and dreams, and there will be a whole set more at his office.
But just for a moment, there’s open space and sky and grass and fresh morning air and November mist and silence (shattered briefly by the passing 07.43 to Birmingham).
The above with thanks to Rich Gibbs Photography http://www.richgibbs.co.uk/index.html because I don’t have my camera and anyway couldn’t take a photo from a speeding train, but I found this image of a misty morning field and it’s very nice 🙂
Okay, not that early. Not 6am anyway, more like twenty past seven, but most of London was not yet awake. Or in the case of the man trying fervently to scale a lamppost in Primrose Hill, maybe not yet gone to bed!
I used to be a champion sleeper at the weekends, frequently still fast asleep at 9, 10 or sometimes even 11am. That was until I started running, and until the person who inspired me to start also showed me how important it is to stick to a good routine at the weekends.
It makes sense. Our bodies don’t understand that we ascribe five days out of seven to “work”, and then come the other two, throw our regimen out the window.
If you change your routine dramatically at the weekend (stay up late, get up late, stop moving), it’s very difficult to start the new week well. 6am Monday becomes very painful!
That’s not to say that it isn’t important to rest. (Or occasionally to go crazy, stay up til dawn and try and climb a lamppost in the park.) Most training and exercise schedules advocate a weekly rest day. But if you build activity and rest into a good sustainable routine during the week, there’s no need to slump at the weekend. In fact, I find now that if I “treat” myself to a lazy day and a late start (I tried this yesterday, for the purposes of research!), I feel rubbish!
Plus, if you love early morning running, and I do, then why would you want to stop?
I hadn’t actually intended to run this morning. After a 10K club run last night, today was going to be a rest day. However since I’ve begun this regular blog, I’ve become a dawn-chaser, obsessed with capturing the perfect sunrise! Hence I threw on my running gear and literally sprinted up a hill to take this photo!
It was a magnificent morning; perfectly still and crisp. Until I started running a few years ago, I only really appreciated the weather when it presented an opportunity (or frustrated an attempt) to organise something like a picnic or a barbeque and never gave it much thought beyond what to wear or whether to take an umbrella out. I would have given a glance at a cobalt blue Autumn sky or a spectacular sunset, but I would never have seen a view like the one I saw this morning.
We used to run our whole lives by Nature, from sunrise to sunset, but modern life has conspired to take us away from it.
Go out and fill your lungs with the bright air of dawn, and whatever you thought about your day when you woke up, I challenge you to think the same way about it when you get back.
When I stopped here on my sunrise jog this morning, I didn’t know that today is World Mental Health Day. I stood to take this photo thinking that it hadn’t been a daft idea after all to set up this blog (this is only Day 2!) because this was a moment worth sharing.