Who runs at 3 a.m.?

This very unattractive, rather startling picture is exactly what I felt like several nights ago. Why, you may ask? For the simple reason that my husband decided that he wanted to go running . . . at 3 in the morning. . . . 


My husband loves to run and enjoys working out in the morning. Unfortunately he leaves for work so early in the morning that fitting in time to workout before work becomes nearly impossible. His solution? Run in the middle of the night!


The alarm goes off at 3 a.m. and of course I wake up. But that's okay, it's the middle of the night; I'll just go back to sleep. . . .


SLAM------BANG-------GRUNT-------*shuffle shuffle*--------CREAK!


My husband claims that he was being as quiet as he could, but I'm sorry--ANY tiny noise at 3 in the morning is going to sound like a circus. We hadn't thought things through and so he kept having to go in and out in out of the bedroom as he gathered his running gear.


Later that morning, I'm sitting at work feeling, quite literally, dead in my seat. I get a perky good morning text from my husband. "I feel so hyped up from my run!" (Can I just say here that something innate within me absolutely despises morning people. What are you anyway? Certainly not human like the rest of us normal people. . . .)


So yes, that is why the above picture was me not so very long ago.


The End.