This morning I woke up in a sleepy stupor, rolled over to glance at the clock and see how much longer I could sleep. 5:10 flashed back at me. 5:10?!? I was supposed to meet Juliana and another friend at 5! &%^$!
Obviously that was not going to happen, but I got out of bed and out the door as quickly as I could (10 minutes) to salvage the run. I drove to our meeting spot and left a note on J's car, then headed out on one of a few possible routes in the hopes of finding them.
No such luck, but I did manage to get my 10K recovery run in.
These dark, cold mornings sure are a lot more pleasant with company, although I'm pretty sure I slept through half of it.
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