Whee!

I went running this morning before work for the first time. (I've been working out in the living room, but I've always worried about getting back early enough to shower and still leave on time.) To my shock, apparently my body thinks this is the Best Idea Ever. Fastest time I've had in a year. And then amazingly good mood. Like happy-bouncy-the-world-is-great kind of good. I don't do this in the mornings. Chuckro is a little scared and concerned that someone kidnapped his wife.

Even the fact that I completely forgot my book and so spent my commute staring at my shoes does not seem to have killed some of the happy.

I'm freaking myself out a little here. I'm not a morning person. I've never been a morning person. What the hell is this awakeness thing? Aaaahh!!

Of course, this is only going to make winter suck that much worse. I figure I've only got about two months before it's too dark in the morning to leave the house again. (I do not run after dark. My neighborhood's safe, but not that safe.) Expect whining come fall...

Uh oh

So the run seems to have turned my metabolism up to "high" for the day. Cannot seem to stop eating. It's not mindless snacking, either--I'm genuinely hungry.

I just ate lunch half an hour ago. Really, stomach, it's not food time again yet!