I stirred in my bed and looked around my room. It was still quite dark. I reached for my cellphone and squinted on the screen. I still have to wait an hour before my alarm will buzz off. I tried to go back to sleep and find it impossible so I got up. I heard my stomach growling. Of all the time to be hungry. I made myself some instant cereal drink. As I was sipping it, I debated over taking a shower at once ( after I’m done drinking ) or wait for my alarm. After I washed the mug, I took a shower. It always felt good to be in one. I towel myself dry then dressed. I had my usual coffee and took time in imbibing it. I was thinking of having another cup then I remembered what I read about consuming so much caffeine.
At exactly four o’clock, I stepped outside and headed toward the track. Thankfully, there were no dog walkers around along the way. 
I was walking briskly to get there as quickly as possible.
After doing the routine stretching ( actually I just did some shoulder rolls), I was off running at once. I had an untarnished view of the dawn sky, filled with stars, in all its glittering glory. You see, this is the sort of thing that’s worth waking up early, aside from running, of course.
I had it in mind to just run for three miles which is what I have done for the past few days. But after three miles, I was still feeling okay. I continued running for another mile and then decided to add another one. After five miles, while I stopped to drink some water, a thought suddenly come to me. Since I have egged myself to run six miles, why not try now?
Without giving myself a chance to change my mind, I went back to running and managed to shoot for another mile. I’m happy I did it. 
My legs were sore but then that’s part of the deal.
I had a very awesome run this morning. Add to the fact that I finally reached the distance that I was gradually aiming for. Sure, I did not tackle the six miles in continuous running. I stopped at every mile but only to have a short walk break and a couple of gulps of water.
It seemed to me that finally, I’m now getting used to this thing called “running”. Never mind those previous months in which I eagerly throw myself in just to be called a “runner”. I met pain and all sorts of stuff but I suck it all up and hang on. And I realized that it’s a good thing I did because I would have miss this “awesome” experience.
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