Success! (Or Getting my fat ass out the door.)

Hooray! This morning I was able to pull myself out of bed early enough to squeeze in a run. You may be thinking big whoop-idi-ding-dong-doo, but to me it's something to celebrate. My alarm has gone off at 6AM for the past three weeks -- at the risk of waking our baby and stirring up an earlier than welcome morning. Every day before today, the magnet of a warm bed was too strong and I simply slept the next hour away in nine-minute increments. But not today. Today was a success, but it almost didn't happen. I hit the snooze once, but was able to overcome and get myself out the door. And it was a great day to be out, too. Crisp at 20°F, frost blanketed the cars and fog hovered over the lakes. In fact, the fog was so thick in front of the Monona Terrace, it reminded me of Cloud City in The Empire Strikes Back. I wish I had my camera to take a picture. In the end, it was thirty minutes of morning running. Something I haven't done since November, I think. I'm going to have to keep this up if I decide to run the Medford half-marathon.