Monday night (I planned this with the rigor of an Army Sargeant) I got off the bus 9 miles from home and ran it. I had lights, but the majority of the run was back roads (3 miles dirt) with relatively few or no houses. It was eerie and beautiful. I only had one crazy guy in a truck yell something. It sounded like, "Your Aunt owes me money!" but I'm sure it was something much different. I took the pace easy and got home by 7, and the DH had dinner waiting. What more could a girl ask for?

So, I'm supposed to do 5 today, and I will go at 4:30 while my kid is in a class. Need. Motivation.