I’m pretty sure Roy sneaked out early this morning to the local Cracker Barrel for one of those breakfasts that consists of 4 eggs, a stack of pancakes and some biscuits and gravy because all he wanted to do this morning was roll over and fall back asleep.

(Oh, you don't know who Roy is? Well Read This and come back. I'll wait.

Pretty funny, right? Yeah, I know)

So ANYWAY Roy wanted to stay in bed BUT I wasn't having any of it so up I got and ran my boot-ay off.  Needless to say I believe Roy threw up somewhere along the first mile. No worries though, I plodded on with what felt like a solid lump of bacon fat lodged beneath my kidneys.

So far I’ve run in the wee hours of the morning which can be very lonely but I do meet true runners along the way which either pisses me off or inspires me depending on how much coffee I’ve had that morning. I’ve also run in the early evening which isn’t as lonely but the trail is clogged with adolescent boys on bikes that are way too small for them spray painting misspelled graffiti on the macadam. If you knew how many times I had to correct the spelling of penis you may be shocked. I’ve discovered that I enjoy the “Mommy Hour” running time. That time just after the buses have picked up the children (or WILL pick up the children once school is back in session) and the mommies come out with their strollers and D&D Coffee cups to perambulate and gossip.  I’m not alone and I don’t get that creeped out feeling when I see a person of the male persuasion ahead of me who stops and gets off his bike and watches me pass. Yeah, that’s happened a few time and let me tell you Roy was no help. I believe he whimpered and told me to poke the guy with a stick!

4 miles today in a little over 46 minutes. Not too bad for a non-runner. It still sucks and I still hate it but I am proud of myself for sticking it out.