This morning was one of those eerie running mornings. The fog was so thick at times that it was hard to see the sidewalk in front of me. The dew dripped from my eyelashes. It was dark, and it was early, and it was wonderful.

I love running in the dark at Christmastime. Some thoughtful neighbors left their Christmas lights on all night, so I was treated to the glow of twinkling reindeer in the early morning hours. I haven't been running early in some time; it is usually reserved for summer mornings when the kids are home (I did have one reminder of summer - someone had their sprinklers on!! In Oregon!!!! In December!!!!!???? WTF??????). But I knew that I would probably have a child home sick, so I shook off sleep at 5:45 and put in my 6 miles before starting the day.

There is a certain magic to hitting the streets early. The people you meet are always friendly, always surprised that there are others out there in the dark with them. The memory of the run always feels like yesterday - it's like having a bonus day. I have already accomplished something before I even start the day.

I don't know what tomorrow holds. I have 4 miles to do at a fast pace - perfect for those early hours. I just might take advantage again.