I got a text last night from someone in my running group asking if I wanted to join in on a 5 am run.
Want to? No. Will I be there smiling? You bet.
Then I woke up at 5:37.
I feel terrible.
So now I off for a quick 3 miles, half in the dark (hope I don’t get scandalized. I hate running alone before the sun is completely up.)
But the little one crawled unto bed with me. Small consolation.
I still feel awful.