6 am. The alarm sounded at 5:40, I was extremely confused. Notwithstanding my stupor, I got up and ate a piece of toast. Then I remembered; tempo Tuesday. I don't know how we ended up with 9 miles, it certainly wasn't my intention, but I'm glad we did. Three progressive miles at 7.5, 7 and 6.5. Despite being home by 7:30, I stuck around to see Jack, and didn't make it to work till well after 9. The mornings are nice at my house. Everybody is slurping up cheerios and slathering butter on toast. The little girls were up by 6:15 to play with a large cardboard box. They were making cutouts and using packing tape to turn it into a train. I hope the smoker that was inside works out as well as the box. |