I have aspirations to be a morning person. I really do. But once it becomes dark when it’s time to wake up, getting out of bed feels impossible. It’s a big reason why I did so little fitness in November: with multiple social engagements each week, the morning was the only time I could work out. And when it’s pitch black at 7am, who wants to do that?

But I’ve set myself a goal. And I will accomplish that goal. So on Monday morning, I got up, got dressed, and headed out into the darkness to run.

It was fine. It’s always fine. My legs felt stiff and heavy, but now it’s 7:30am and my work-out for the day is done. That can’t be beat.