This morning, I woke up before my alarm AND managed to get on my running gear and head out the door with the dog. Getting out of bed and out the door is the hard part. Running is easy.
The run itself was ok, and I know it’s going to take at least a month of regular running for the fun and speed to come back. In the meantime, I’m wondering where the body that carried my 26.2 miles in November is hiding!

