Then, I started playing rugby. That was better, and once I'd started to do that I found do other things as well.
Today, I woke up at 5:45. My dawn alarm clock keeps losing time, and I need to fix it.
Instead of rolling over, I got up and made muffins. While they were in the oven, I dragged one of my boys out to the little green space two blocks from my house, for company, and ran sprints: Google maps suggests each is 240 feet; I measure them in lightpoles (and of those, I ran six sets of two lightpoles). It isn't much, but I sweat. I couldn't do it four months ago.
When I got back, my other boy had taken the muffins out of the oven. (He had crawled back into bed. He loves his sleep.)
|Muffins. They have blueberries in.|
I've been ruled by fear for too long. I can't say fear won't rule me again, but for now, there are muffins.