I went to bed last night at 10:00pm, after spending my Friday evening peacefully with the dogs. I penned up the two mystery poopers (I still haven't figured out which one is the culprit), and went to sleep. Only to hear my brother's mutt, Oliver, cry the ENTIRE night. Yay! So, I alternated good sleep with yelling at a dog three rooms away. Throughout the night a thunderstorm hit the area, and I was worried that today would be rained out.
But I woke up at 6:15am this morning, got dressed in one of my new tech shirts, pulled on my compression sleeves, and my running shoes, strapped my Garmin to my chest and arm - and left the house (in my Mom's car - Volvos are very safe you know).
I swear that almost looks like a smile on my face! Holy crap!