Little Miss Runner Pants

yesterday i made the mistake of impressing upon Army Guy the importance of my training schedule. after having skipped monday's jump rope-lunge-run series of hell at crossfit, last night i faced missing a half-mary training run as well.

and that is just not okay.

army guy, being of the "i only run when i have to" school of thought, really didn't see this as a problem. however, because apparently i really enjoy absolute misery, i made it very clear to him that yes. i could skip tuesday's scheduled run..

but ONLY if i made up for it today.

and then pushed today's run to tomorrow.

(.... or friday.)
either way though.. i was very clear. I. MUST. RUN.

this evening, however, we've got plans. the 0% family, a slew of KCM folks, Army Guy and i are all..... going to Platte County's Demolition DERBY! which means tonight... i shant be running.

Army Guy, also being of the "just wake up early and do it" school of thought, decided the only way around this little hang up was to... wake up early and do it.

apparently last night i wasn't thinking clearly because for Lord only knows what reason, i agreed to this charming little plan... and set my alarm for 5:20am. Army Guy promised to shove me out of bed when the alarm went off and... great. i was set.

this morning however... when 5:20am actually rolled around, and i slowly turned towards Army Guy to mumble "i don'wanna run"... he was already up. out of bed. risen and shined and proclaiming "HEY! time to wake up! you gotta RUN!"

.............i loathe army guy.

before i really even knew what was going on i was dressed, out the door, ipod in ear, heading out for my run. unfortunately however, my body was not really having it. what was supposed to be a :30 easy run sort of turned into this shuffling of feet, yawning, one-eyed-open, stumbling around walking situation that i decided had to count because its just not normal for me to be active that early in the morning and... 30 minutes is 30 minutes.

at least in week two of The Plan.

by the time i got home i was almost awake.

army guy, on the other hand, was dressed, having coffee and enjoying the morning out on the deck as i blew past, showered, and quickly changed for work. as i walked out of my bedroom, expecting to have to rush around to find breakfast, make lunch and drive to work for the day i found that he had packed me a lunch, poured me some juice, found my stash of zone bars and was ready to go.

now THIS i could get used to.

i wolfed down some food, handed army guy the keys, climbed in the passenger seat and went right back to sleep as he shuttled me to work, made sure i arrived on time, and promised to be back at 3 to pick me up.

i'm not really sure what i did to deserve such treatment.. but outside of it being a very early start to my day, it was sort of nice to be taken care of this morning... especially without even having to ask.

so.. hip-hip for soldiers, and waking up so. damn. early!

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so its lunch time and i just pulled out my bag'o'food...

apparently, not only do soldiers get up early, but they eat a lot too. i've got a tupperware full of tuna with chopped up red and green peppers, 4 slices of bread for i guess.. two sandwiches. i've got several slices of tomato, some lettuce, both wrapped seperately, with two packs of string cheese, grapes and a nectarine.

good lord. that kid knows how to eat.