The past week or so, my body has really been itching for activity. I haven’t gotten any form of exercise since my surgery, which was on June12th.

About 2 weeks post op, I could tell that I had really lost muscle tone in my legs. Laying around doing nada will do that. I’ve been annoyed by this, but hey, it was necessary. Even though, I’ve been anxious to try and build it back up. However……

Having time to exercise is very difficult for me. Truly.

1. I have 2 kids that need a sitter while I exercise.

2. It’s hotter than the 7th ring of hell outside, and whether it be because I’m A.) really pale, B.) totally accustomed to air conditioning, or C.) the fact that I have lupus and lupus hates the sun and heat….running in the dead of summer is not my friend.

3. I like to run outside, so any facilities where I could run indoors makes me go yak.

So those are my inhibitions with running. But yesterday I decided I would not be inhibited anymore.

I decided I would set my alarm for 5 am, get up, and go run before the heat came out full force.

For anyone that knows me, getting up at 5 am is, uh, not something I do. Getting up at 8 am is not something I do.

So this was a big deal. Hence the blog post.

I now bring you the amazing photographic evidence. All of which was done on my 4s.

Please take in consideration that I did not go to sleep until 1 am.

Alarm goes off at 5 am. I think about how stupid I must be and hit snooze.

Alarm goes off again at 5:09. It is FREAKING LOUD AND ANNOYING and I want to throw the phone across the room and watch it shatter against the wall. Instead, I hit snooze again.

Alarm goes off again at 5:18. I am the biggest idiot on the face of the planet. Why do people do this??? I’ve had 4 hours of sleep.

I lay there.

I debate.

I check the weather.

I lay there some more.

I’m stupid, but I’m awake. Kind of.

I should just get up.

So I get up.

I start nursing some water and a banana with PB.

I’m still thinking about my mental capacity.

I choke down the banana. My body doesn’t want food at 5:30 am. My body is terribly confused.

I apply sunscreen.

Can’t let the evil sun give me wrinkles and sun spots while I run.

I put my hair into a tight bun. I dig out my workout clothes.

I look at this and think about how cozy he looks. I could be cozy too.

I’m fed.

I’m dressed.

I’m awake. Kind of.

I should just go.

I step out the door……It’s still mostly dark outside. *mental head slap* *big heavy sigh*

There is NO ONE on the roads.

I’m the only bleeping idiot out.

I go to the post office first to check my mail.

I refuse to think about the zombies.

Instead, I think about the serial killers/rapists that lurk behind every corner. Scariest place in the world.

I have arrived.

I’m still internally whining at this point.

And then…I turn on my tunes.

OH YES. PENNY LIKES HER TUNES.

I’m feeling a lot better about my decision to get up now.

I turn my music up until I fear my ears will bleed.

(Rachel, if you’re reading this, please forgive me for the Chris Brown.  I can’t help it. )

Because my leg muscles have really been taken down a notch, I kept it pretty simple….I did a walk/jog kind of thing.

But I did run, and I was super happy that I got my rear out of bed. Between the tunes, the fresh air, and the activity, it was just what I needed.

AND…..the best part??? The pain in my gallbladder area that was a constant problem when I ran for the last year………GONE. Yay!!!!!! So happy to have the jerk and the jerk babies out.

I covered 2 miles. I was out for about half an hour.

Came home, got out of my gross workout clothes, took my hair down and was back in bed by 7:15.

1. I am slowly working my way through a big, informational page on my gallbladder surgery. Coming soon.

2. I am going to write a post on the music I listen to when I run. Coming soon.

3. I must now work on my next makeup post. Coming very soon.

ttyl.