Yesterday I woke up early and decided to go hiking before work. My plan was to start up the hill in the early morning, get a little exercise and perspective to start the day. But the logistics of it didn’t work:
At 5:35 my alarm goes off — damn it’s really dark at 5:35. I check sunrise on the Internet: 7:33 — damn. I stall, make coffee, play with the cats and leave at 6am, determined, headlamp in tow. I’m headed to Spencer’s Butte, a wooded hill that overlooks Eugene from the South. It’s still pitch black when I get to the parking lot — even darker then when I left the house. I get out of my car, the only one in the lot, strap on my headlamp and start up the trail.
About 3 seconds into my hike, I run into a yellow tape. There is construction on the trail and my puny headlamp only cuts through about 3 feet in front of me. I don’t even recognize the spot I’m standing in. What in the hell am I doing? The wind is whipping through the canopy above me. I feel like cougar bait. I turn around and run back to my car.
I need a morning routine that is better than spilling out of bed, feeding cats and answering emails till coffee is ready. I could start going to the gym early, but that’s pretty sterile (and the gym is busy). I could get up and go running, but I have to face it, that’s not a self-perpetuating behavior. I dont’ get enough out of that and can’t force myself to do it.
I had this idea that I’d be sitting on top of Spencer’s Butte every morning, writing in my notebook — like a Nicholson Baker Box of Matches thing. It’d be great. A thermos of coffee and a granola bar too! And I still don’t think that’s a bad idea, but the timing is off. I could rearrange my work schedule so I start at 9 or wait till summer to do it I guess. Thoughts?