I missed my run this morning. Quinton was headed to work so I knew I had to get up early if I wanted to get outside and do what was on my schedule. But I was tired.
More importantly, I would have missed out on family time in bed with this:
She is starting to smile and make little talking noises, and is at her happiest first thing in the morning. How could I leave that?
It’s worth being doomed to the dreadmill this afternoon.