Pillow Talk

Every morning I get up at 5:15. My body is used to that time of day, so I have no problem getting out of bed. But when I come back from the bathroom, my anguish begins. Pillow talk. My pillow is staring at me. My first thought is always the same, "I love my pillow". Then it never fails that I imagine my pillow saying to me, "you know you want to sleep some more". Curse that pillow. Why is it talking to me? I have to look away. If I look away I can put on my running gear and go downstairs, grab my water bottle and head out the door. Then I tell myself, "Just down the street and back". That is about 2 miles. But I'm working on increasing my speed and mileage. But it's so early and "just down the street and back" sounds soooooo good. Fortunately for me, I just get my running legs by the time I go down the street, and so I turn off for a 5 miler. If I do the 5 miler I end at Starbucks for a well deserved Americano. And today was no exception. Everything happened just as it does every morning; and that Americano was so good! 5 miles; 48:17.