More consistent

In the last couple weeks I have run a handful of occasions. Each one just before dawn--because any later than that and I cannot fit running in to my day. The distances are none too impressive, each about 1.5-2.0 miles. This seems be a distance short enough that I can rationalize it to myself enough that I do not resist putting on my running shoes. Once my shoes are on I actually look forward to bounding down the cool empty pavement, watching the sky slowly turn from a medium blue to aquamarine. One of these mornings when I feel I have more time, and I forget that I am intelligent, I think I'll go for a longer run to see the sky turn from blue to orange.