Thursday morning, I hauled my cookies out of bed at 5:15 to go for a quick two mile run with Kelly. This should be no big deal since we were getting out of bed this early or even earlier every single Saturday for 1/2 a year. But it's amazing how quickly you can get used to not waking up at 5:15 to go running.
My Garmin was not charged, and Kelly's was about to lose all battery, so we decided we would just run until we needed a walk break. In my head I was thinking that that would take all of 2 seconds, but I kept my negative thoughts to myself.
Surprisingly, as we rounded the corner to the next street, I felt pretty good. Of course we still have much to talk about and catch up on, so it was easy to be distracted. We ended up running the entire two miles and I can honestly say I am sorry the time went by so fast. For a run that I thought that was going to be awful and that my body would surely protest, it ended up being a great way to start my morning. We even had a 14 minute pace, which is not too shabby for us.
So Saturday, I'm attending a boot camp with a friend from Church while Kelly will be zip lining her way by Lake Travis.
Somehow I think I am on the less exciting and fun side of this equation.