No run. Just coffee, time with son. Feeling yesterday’s seven miles, legs and lungs a bit. Texted wife, still upstairs with little Emma, “TIME TO RUN!”, as she requested yesterday, last night several times that I help motivate her to hit pavement early, get in a run before I leave for work. Sip again, slow to wake. Definitely feel the seven– actually 7.5. Making myself move this morning, though. Stay in the creative mood and mode.