As I was just about to crawl into bed last night I was reviewing my schedule in my head and realizing I had two options for a run the next day, today. I could go out early or I could go out late. Early meant a five am, climb out of bed and hit the road. Late meant waiting until Karin got home from her dance class and squeezing in a quick four klicks after about nine-thirty. Knowing I don’t do well with either, but dreading that post-run insomnia of a late-evening jog, I opted for the early edition. Five am came pretty early, and it was something of a slog after last night’s hills, but my alarm just went –the regular one– and I’m already done and writing about it.