One of my dogs woke up just before 5:00 this morning by barking up a storm in the living room. When I let her out, I noticed it was beginning to get light out…ish. Still dark, but dawn was coming, you know? And I realized that it was already very warm and muggy. So I was thisclose to putting on my clothes and going for my run then, instead of at my usual time of 630am. I dismissed the idea as crazy, even for my running-obsessed self. So I convinced the dog to come back in, despite all the fun she was having barking and running around outside, and we went back to bed.
By the time I started my run at 630, it was heating up even more, and I only made it 2 miles, due to heat and ridiculously high humidity.
Lesson learned from today?
I should have listened to the dog.
Runnin' Down a Dream 