Swandives

This run on Sunday starts at 6.20am! It’s posing somewhat of a challenge for littl’ old me because early starts are not my strong point. Actually, starts of any kind are not my strong point. Give me my comfy bed and dreams any day. It’s one of the reasons I would make a very bad parent - kids virtually demand early rises. Anyway, this morning I was snoozing away, happily dreaming of my favourite fishing spot in the mountains and of having a BBQ with some amazing musicians when the beloved woke me. I was mildly upset to say the least - it was such a cool dream. There was BBQ steak and everything!

The reason for the rude interuption of my subconcious ramblings is because this week I am supposed to be getting up progressively early so that when I have to arise at 4am - yes 4 in the morning to get to this run thing, I won’t feel as much like death warmed over as I might otherwise. It’s a good plan, but man, what I wouldn’t give to be in bed right now.