The Hardest Part...

"The best part of a run? The birds chirping, the awesome air, and the fact that a lot of people are still sleeping. The worst? The first couple of steps. Just getting the creaks out." - Summer Sanders, Olympic gold medalist in swimming

Girl, you said a mouthful.

Friday, I lay in bed and thought about it. "Look, you. You need to get outside and Just Do It. Oh, you sound like a Nike ad. Ugh. The bed is so nice and the cats don't want to be disturbed. So you're going to let three eight- to twelve-pound cats be your boss? Just get up and get dressed and go outside."

So, I forced myself to get up and step out the door.

"AAAAAAAUUUUUUGH!!!! It's COLD! But, hey, look at the moon! Just past full. Is that cool or what?"

Thus starts another run.

And the funny part about it is that it was a FANTASTIC run. It felt easy and just flowed - like I could keep going all day. No aches, no pains, no jarring. Just smooth, easy motion. Good grief! Why can't every run feel like that?

Well, maybe the good run was my reward for winning the battle with the snooze button. Hmmm...

Now I wish I'd won this morning.