Woke up late

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 The kids have been sick so the sleeping arrangements are all out of sorts. One kid is in the other kids bed and there's a sick ward in my bed room so Ive been sleeping in the basement to avoid the sniffles and diffuser machines and the coughing. The futon isn't exactly the least comfortable place in the world, but I feel like a house guest inside my own house. There are unusually house noises from the sump pump and the way the place creaks when the wind picks up.


The out of the ordinary sleeping arrangement must have tripped something in my circadian rhythm because when I woke up this morning, rolled over, and looked at the clock instead of seeing the usual 415 or 515, I saw 615. Frankly, I couldn't tell you when the last time I slept in to 615. Maybe vacation this past summer? Maybe? Well, one thing about waking up at 615 and being responsible for getting the healthy kid to school meant no morning run.


In the back of my mind I knew I'd be able to get out for a trip around the block after work, but it nawed at me to have the most regular part of my day missing. If it weren't for this run streak I've got going it would have been pretty easy to just dial it in and chuck it up as a loss.


But I do have a little run streak going. And at the end of the day (literally and figuratively) I like running.


I drove home, dropped my bag, changed and hit the pavement. It turns out running with even a little daylight instills confidence in my foot falls. Unfortunately the light was short lived and I knew it would be best to turn for home.


Today reminded me how it's easy to do things when it's easy, but takes next level determination to get things done when the task or goal is a little more of a reach.


Tomorrow is Saturday. Long run adventure day.


One step at a time.



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