But I AM a Morning Runner!

I've always considered myself a morning runner; if I don't wake up and run before work, the odds are good that after work, I'll either be lacking in motivation or abundant in invitations to do things more fun than running. But according to the nifty Dailymile year-end report, 60% of my workouts last year were in the post meridiem hours!




Perhaps this is because sometimes I am too hungover/still drunk to run in the mornings on Saturdays and Sundays. And Thursdays. But even when you take into consideration all those instances (and there are many), I still identify as a morning runner.

In all honesty, part of me is annoyed over this revelation; morning runners to me seem more committed to their craft. "Look at me! I wake up at 5:30am! This is because I am willing to make sacrifices for my sport and am therefore a superior athlete!" In fact, I deliberately send emails at 5:30am to demonstrate that "hey, I am awake right now because I am that much better than you at running!" (Seriously; I did that this morning). I even ruined Christmas last month because I insisted on running in the morning, before we opened presents.

Dailymile, you have shaken me to my very core (which shakes quite a bit, because while I do a lot of running, apparently at all hours of the day, I don't do any core work, morning, noon, or night). If I could be so wrong about when I think I am actually doing my running, what else am I wrong about? Am I not tall and skinny and pretty? Am I not hilarious and a talented writer? Am I not modest?

But, this discovery also opens the door to some new possibilities. If running is actually an evening sport, does that mean beer is really a breakfast food?!

(Mom: I'm kidding. But thanks for that vote of confidence you subtly gave me when you asked if I was drinking alone during the Giants game. I'll see you at my intervention).