Sommer had a fussy night, woke up around 5:30 so I fed her then decided that I would go for that run (Eric was already up exercising). I had checked the window and it didn't look like it was raining so I got ready to go. It was raining when I stepped out the door, minuscule icy plinks on my skin. But I wasn't about to go back inside, especially since my ipod gal was already telling me, "press the center button to begin your workout." So I reluctantly began and I was just thinking to myself the entire time how much I didn't like running at the crack of dawn through the cold and rain. This may come as a surprise to some of you, but I am not a die-hard runner, especially long distance. I only started running distance many moons ago because Justin Simon told me that my 400m time would be better if I ran cross country. So I did. And here I am today, glad that I'm still running but not happy about it. I do still belong to the gym but I despise treadmill running, even with music. So I need some happy comments, words of pep for my pessimistic feet. I'm doing this because I have plans to be a good runner again by July but I'm going to need a lot better attitude to get there.
Actually, what I really need is some sunshine, warm sunshine, free time and a babysitter so that I don't have to run at the crack of dawn in the cold rain. But I think I can only find that in a different state.