6:45 a.m. After 2 toasts, I got a couple miles on the TM. When I stopped to clear out my nose, I heard Jack in the next room shouting. "Time to get up." He was soaked. I got him cleaned up, and ran out to the garbage can to dispose of the evidence. It was surprisingly temperate. I grabbed a shirt, spurned the treadmill and finished the run outside. 'Twas a beautiful, clear morning. I visited Ricks Creek, drawing strength from the water spirit of melting snow. Then I came home to chase the girls off to school, split a bowl of oatmeal with Jack, shower, and leave for work. (allie's oxford comma) These morning runs make me pretty sluggish, and it's a long-lasting effect. I think I prefer running in the evening and going to bed, waking up all recovered. It is nice to have the evening free, though. | 