I opened my eyes and was wide awake, dammit I thought, go back to sleep. I tossed and turned for an hour and figured if I cant sleep I might as well get up and do something. This is usually when I go to sleep, not get up. Coffee and a ciggi at 3:00am YUM!
When the clock ticked 5:00AM I strapped on my blown trail runners and ran off into the night. At first I had the world to myself, as Bellingham lay sleeping I trotted through the night. Then it happened, One runner then another then couples and groups. Every person I passed greeted me with smiles and good morning hellos as we passed in the night. A said a silent prayer and as I rounded a corner there on the hill was a church lit up for the whole world to see. Its a shame people are sleeping at this time of day.
I slowly pushed up a long hill, I wasn’t in a hurry but I could hear the clompity clomp of foot steps behind me. Two girls jogged by and I was rewarded with a beautiful view of cute little jogging booties and pony tails dancing to the rhythm of their gait. Why don’t I do this everyday I thought to myself. I don’t know if I fell asleep or was just deep in the zone but all of the sudden I was really far from home. I felt great and just kept running. Its amazing how little it actually takes to change your life. For me it was a single step, Im back and it feels good but there is much house keeping yet to do.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore,
is not an act but a habit.