After puppy school, I was going to lift, but it was late, and I wasn't motivated to lift that late, so I ran instead. I managed to get about 2 1/4 miles in. I should have done more, but I didn't. About a 1/2 mile in, my ankle (that I broke a while ago), started bothering me. Eventually it fixed itself, but it is still annoying. I am generally happy w/ my running though, as when I first started way back when, I needed to tape both my ankles because they hurt so much when I was done, and I only did 3/4 of a mile. I hope to be able to do 5 miles in the next couple months. We'll see.
I woke up last night at around midnight, because I 'heard' Spencer whining to get out. I got up, because I looked at my clock (the last 2 digits) and thought I was 45 minutes late getting up. Anyway, I got up, wondered how it could be time to get up already, let the dog out, and he promptly laid down in the grass and went back to sleep. Odd I thought. I checked the clock and realized it was only 11:58, and that I had dreamt he wanted to go out. I dragged Spencer back inside and watched the last 30 seconds of the football game. This morning still came too early!