I've suddenly come across some motivation. Although I had been up since 4 a.m., and although I wanted nothing more than to sleep my brief free time away, I took myself for a run instead.
It was just an easy four miles, but that's better than snoring, I suppose.
And it's beautiful out. Not a cloud in the sky. Running perfection. But I can't make any promises that I won't be passed out by dinner time.
My knee is having momentary lapses of better judgment and hurting a tad, but I'll put it in its place, don't you fret.
Countdown to the half-marathon: 16 days