I woke up last Monday, belly first, arm hanging over the side of the bed as the alarm chimed. It was quite early, 6:30 to be exact. I kind of tossed and turned for a bit before lumping the sheets off to one side and planting my feet solidly on terra firma. Yup, I was awake.
A quick banana and glass of milk later, I started my leg stretches, making sure to pay special attention to my quadriceps. With a little jig and a tap of my iPod, I headed out my door on what was a relatively crisp, cool morning. Five minutes later, and I was off running. Literally. Read more