I am not a morning person. I don't like to get out of bed. I cherish my sleep. However, just before vacation, I set a dangerous precedent by getting up early to run with a couple buddies. D was not pleased. I have basically never gotten up early to go for a run with her. Last night, she "suggested" that I should run with her this morning. Being smarter than I look, I decided to go out with her this morning.

In general, I find the hardest part of a run just getting out the door. In the mornings, I feel like I spend the first 10 minutes of the run trying to get our the door. Everything is creaky. I'm grouchy. I can hear my pillow calling me back. It was really no different this morning. But I survived. Of course, for some reason she likes to make sure she has 16 hours between when she gets up to run and when she goes to work. She sat quietly sipping her coffee on the couch before work, while I could hear my pillow complaining that I left too soon. I think next time I'm going to reset all the clocks in the house. Uh oh...did I say next time?

- Ryan

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