running is healing...

Got up at 3:45 am. Had my favorite oatmeal breakfast. Worked for an hour. At 5:00 am I went for a run for the first time is way too long. Yes, it was short and slow - and I resorted to walking up the last hill. But it was, nevertheless, a run. And better yet - my run. Just me and my shoes in the dark, perfect cold - with an occasional car passing by. It was fantastic.

Today is going to be a good day.