Strike while the iron is cool and breezy

Wifey shook me out of bed this morning at 2 AM and sent me to the store for fruit and gummi bears.  Blueberry [what we're calling the fetus until it's larger than a blueberry] was hungry and hot with wrath last night, turning poor Wifey's inward parts inside out and upside down.  I learned a couple things. 

1. You'd think 2:00 AM would be a great time to go grocery shopping, but you'd be wrong.  True, it's empty of other customers but full of joyless, nocturnal drones stocking the shelves.  Pallets of stuff were everywhere, making it hard to navigate efficiently.
2. 2:00 AM is a great time to run, and I should have seized the opportunity.  But I didn't.  The weather this morning was absolutely perfect: slightly cool, clear, and slightly breezy.  Running in such weather would have been a dream, especially given the swampy weather we've had lately.  Instead, I chose to get back to bed and sleep in.  I was a fool.  If I do run today, it'll be after work when it'll be hot as the devil's yam-bag.

If I am going to succeed in running consistently during Wifey's pregnancy, I'm going to have to leap through the windows opened for me by circumstance.  Otherwise, I am going to miss runs or die of heat stroke.

Have a good weekend, y'all.