I’ve gotten (back) to the point where three miles is a comfortable distance. Finally.
This morning’s three was in a balmy 40 degrees. It was faaaantasic. (Hey, it’s January. I’ll take it.) As I was running downtown I noticed a clock hanging above a storefront. It read 6:10. I *knew* it wasn’t really ten after six, but MAN did it scare me. Just for a second. Because at 6:10 I need to be out of the shower and maybe even half-dressed. (Turns out it was really 5:47. PHEW.)
I just checked the weather…I doubt very much I’ll be running tomorrow. Aggravating, but honestly I could use the sleep. I just hope the dog sleeps past 4am.