March 8th

As usual, I am way the first person up and about in this house. I might get up at 4am and I might lie in bed until 5. but, I am usually up before the rest of the family. Even JH continues snoring until the sun is well and truly doing it's business.
This is the secret of getting a whole lot done. Those early morning hours are way the most productive of the day. Problem sometimes, is what do you do with the rest of the day? If you lie around reading a book, it feels as though you are lazy and the guilt starts dancing in your mind. But that is not what I wanted to write about. I wanted to tell about why this day was so exciting:
As said, got up a little after 5am. Had a cup of tea and stressed over a bitch-from-hell customer. Put on my running shoes for the first time since January 19th  - a date I will not forget. JH went mad with excitement when he saw that. He pounded with his feet on the carpet and danced a crazy jig around my face, making it difficult to tie the laces. Hinted to a sleeping husband that I was going out and to come look for me if I didn't come back. Biggest dilemma, which colour bandana to wear (6 for $5.- at the fleamarket) and chose the brightest yellow. Forget to tell JH to 'sit' as I put on his lead, by when he was beyond happiness.
Opened the front door: rain. We didn't hesitate. Off the two of us went for our first 'run' in a very long time. Totally unfit, I made it to the corner of Cherry Hills before I started panting and puffing. Out of sheer embarrassment at my poor physical fitness, I managed to get as far as the corner of Canoe Brook. So, we made it 1/2 mile. I told myself we'll do better 'next time', whenever that will be, if at all. Part walked and part ran home. Soaked to the skin, I hurriedly threw off my clothes - a good opportunity to do the laundry and put on dry ones. Suddenly, it's after 8am. The rest of the house is still sleeping. I feel good.