Running in the morning is truly a treat. I find that after about forty minutes, the fog lifts (both literally and figuratively speaking) and I am ready to face the world and a few more miles. There is something so peaceful about watching the sun rise as you place one foot in front of the other. The best part? Coming home to the sweetest little girl and the best husband in the world. I am blessed. And somehow, I think that this running journey makes me even more blessed.