The difference a day makes

I woke up very early this morning, glanced at the clock (330 am) and tried to decide if I should try to go back to sleep or just get up and get moving, maybe go into work early. I compromised, got up and let the dogs out, and then crawled back under the covers. Thinking about work is always easier when I’m wearing pajamas and have covers pulled up over my head.

At 530, the light bulb in my head finally turned on, and I realized it was Sunday morning, not Monday morning, and just like that getting up didn’t seem like such a monumental task.

The rear of my house faces east, making my back deck and my kitchen incredibly sunny places, well, once the sun comes up that is. I poured my first cup of coffee and sat on the couch to wait. The sofa in the living room faces the window pane on the back storm door, and the angle and height are just perfect, from the sofa, you can only see trees, no clue that I live in the middle of suburbia. Don’t get me wrong, I like my corner of suburbia, I did pick this neighborhood, but sometimes, I wish that no matter what angle I was looking through a window, there were only trees.

As the sun came up in my window the dogs came in from the yard to invite me to play, they are hard to resist, their brown eyes and in joy in anything that can be tugged, thrown or kicked. The little one is recovering from an injury, so the playtime was short-lived, as that is very simply, not on the list of ‘things to do while your dog is recovering from a soft tissue injury to his foot’. I offered food as an apology and was immediately forgiven, dogs are simple like that.

This week I will start a friend with the same program I used 4 years ago to start running. We’ll be running on our lunch hour – which means I’ll be finding time to work in my other/regular workout either in the morning or in the evening – that ought to be interesting. I figure I’ll either do great, the added inspiration of a new runner will kick my own training into high gear, or I’ll end up injured and whimpering in corner somewhere, mumbling smoothie recipes and reciting training schedules like Dustin Hoffman in Rainman. That will be this weeks worry though, today, my own run, a fully charged ipod, low temps and blue skies are calling.

I’m really glad it’s not Monday.