I pulled myself out of bed at five am this morning and after giving myself about ten minutes to actually wake up I went out and ran a little over four klicks through our pre-dawn neighborhood. It had been a little more than nine hours (and a fitful sleep) since I had run a hill-training session with the group, and my body was not impressed. Alas, it is the price one pays to a daily running challenge, particularly when life gets in the way. Apart from squeezing in a lunch hour trot, our theatre tickets for tonight rudely informed me that the only chance I had to fit in my April 2nd mileage was to get up early and get it done. So I did. And that makes me two-for-two on the month which, while that doesn’t sound all that impressive, is actually my sixth run in seven days at a distance of a little over a marathon. Not awesome, but a solid start to a crazy month of daily running, to be sure.