Guys, I forgot how magical the morning is...
Seriously, Monday morning I got up, put on the shoes and went out side to see the moon--it was glowing, actually. Amazing. I should have taken a picture. I went outside just now to check for ye old moon again, but alas it is overcast and I'm thinking I should check the weather before I head out on this run. It just feels tornado-y. (aka super muggy, strange glow to the sky... all kinds of fun)
I got up yesterday too--just not to run because I have a yoga class Tuesdays (I LOVE it my friend does it free at our church, how cool is that?)--so this is day three of early morning and I love it.
I'm proud of myself... I don't think I've ever truly been a morning person. When I was in high school I got up extra early to go to this thing for church called Seminary--where we studied scriptures and such... It started at 6:30... let me say that again 6:30!!!!
My dad would come in my room and do a little jig and turn on the light and try to do all kinds of funny things to wake me up, but I would moan and complain and whine and cry and then I would finally get up.
Anyway, I'll suffice it to say, getting up early has never been my thing, but I love it. I have time to read, write, make breakfast/unload dishes--it's changing my life.
WHAT ABOUT YOU? DO YOU LIKE THE MORNING OR ARE YOU A NIGHT OWL, AND WHY?
Okay I gotta scram so I can get to it. Another 2 miles, wahoo!