I had three options today: run at 6am, run at 10pm or skip my run altogether. Having done rather a lot of run skipping last week, mainly because I kept deluding myself into thinking that I *would* run when I got back from work, I decided to try the 6am option.
The run itself was lovely – a moonlit jaunt through a foggy park with only myself for company. Whether it was lovely enough to tempt me to repeat it tomorrow morning remains to be seen. Because I can, after all, run at 10pm when I get back from work.