A lovely morning

After winning a battle with the Sloth Monster this morning, I got up to prepare to run. My dog woke me up 10 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. It may be time to bring the spray-bottle-that-is-intended-for-cats out of retirement. Still, I got up and prepared to run, leaving five minutes earlier than planned. With Irene Cara's What A Feeling playing and "Black Girls RUN!" emblazoned across my chest, I went out this morning after getting up at 5:30 and ran 1.76 mi. around my area. Surprisingly, there were no other runners out (of course, they were probably done by 5:30) but I did see another chica out walking. There was only one other person out exercising this morning. She waved at me and I shot her a peace sign.

I got home with enough time to spare to be able to treat myself to a leisurely breakfast, complete with coffee in my perfectly shaped coffee cup. I even managed to brew the coffee well and not make the strong, brain-burning stuff that has become a norm for me.

Lovely morning, lovely breakfast.