Woke up and went for a run with Lucy this morning. Even though I didn't want to get out of bed, I reminded myself that I would regret it all day if I didn't run. Max is injured (calves, as usual) so that made it even harder to justify getting out of bed and running...
I got myself out of bed, though, and had one of the best runs ever! I felt great. I can really feel my legs getting stronger and faster.
Lucy and I got back home panting and sweating, respectively, and then I showered, got dressed, poured Max and myself coffee, made whole wheat pancakes, ate breakfast, did my makeup and listened to the Stern show.
Life is good.